But she was the one who lucked out.
Nina Jacobs had originally thought she would find something in the other jewelry stores as well.
But she discovered that aside from this one, all the gold and silver jewelry in the other stores had been completely cleared out.
Three of the jewelry stores didn’t even have storerooms.
Although it was a bit of a shame, the gold she had just collected had also triggered her "Doomsday Gold Digger" title once.
And she successfully obtained one system inventory slot.
"Nina, you only picked these?"
After Ian Chandler came out, he saw that Nina Jacobs had indeed picked out several large bags of things.
They were mostly men’s and women’s pajamas and loungewear.
"Yeah, they’re for Vera Coleman and Chelsea Walsh,"
Nina Jacobs said.
There was a lot of loungewear and maternity clothes in the bags, including women’s underwear.
Vera Coleman hadn’t brought much of that kind of stuff when she left home.
And Chelsea Walsh had left without any luggage at all, let alone pajamas and underwear.
As a woman herself, she knew how important it was to have suitable clothes.
This brand in the mall was the best quality, and this was a rare opportunity.
"Since you like this stuff, Nina, I’ll just take everything here."
But Ian Chandler blushed after walking into the brand-name store.
Still, he collected all the men’s and women’s styles from the clothing racks.
"The extra can go to Holt Tate and the others,"
Ian Chandler explained.
"Take it easy, kid. You’ll run out of space soon."
Chester Pearson kept reminding him from the side.
’Why does this kid have to grab everything?’
"I have space."
Ian Chandler didn’t listen and quickly went into a brand-name sneaker store to collect everything.
Using a Space Element Superpower to store and retrieve supplies also consumed Superpower energy.
Seeing that Ian Chandler seemed a bit tired, Nina Jacobs took out a small bottle of water diluted with Superpower Enhancing Potion and handed it to him.
"Thanks, Nina. I also want to get a massage chair for my grandpa,"
he said, pointing to the massage chair specialty store across from them.
"Then get it."
Nina Jacobs knew the size of Ian Chandler’s space; it could easily hold all these things.
Chester Pearson decided to just go with it and packed up all the lighters from a brand-name lighter shop, handing them to Ian Chandler.
When the four of them passed a crepe shop, Nina Jacobs stopped in her tracks.
"What, you want a crepe now?"
Chester Pearson teased.
Nina Jacobs ignored him and led Ian Chandler into the shop’s back kitchen.
"I can’t believe there’s so much food here!"
Staring at the bags of flour and containers of cooking oil stacked neatly all the way to the ceiling, Ian Chandler was stunned.
"These sit-down restaurants usually keep a lot of stock,"
"It’s just a shame these eggs are probably no good anymore."
Nina Jacobs looked at the eggs on the shelf with a regretful expression.
"Well, look at you. How’d you even spot this?"
Chester Pearson immediately started studying the mall directory.
He had originally only planned to hit the supermarket and a few chain snack stores, but now it seemed the dine-in restaurants he’d ignored were also worth exploring.
After all, food was the most useful supply.
"Listening to Nina is always the right call."
Ian Chandler took a few sips of water and instantly felt a surge of inexhaustible energy.
Just then, Wayne Warner’s gaze snapped warily in a certain direction.
It was toward the second-floor window entrance.
The same place they had initially planned to climb in through.
From a distance, they heard a strange noise.
"No wonder they couldn’t make a sound."
Chester Pearson moved closer and saw that the chained-up zombies had all been impaled with long nails driven up from under their chins.
The nails pierced through their jaws and nasal bones, making it nearly impossible for them to open their mouths wide enough to roar.
That was why they had heard almost nothing from outside the window.
"Kill them all."
Nina Jacobs drew the Fire Roaring Blade from her back.
This was the quietest way to kill zombies and wouldn’t attract the attention of the ones downstairs.
Chester Pearson felt a pang of regret for not grabbing a weapon.

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