My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 115

Another night passed.

It was day 17 of the apocalypse.

Ray woke up and immediately felt his mood lift. Every day now was a brand–new beginning for him.

He looked out the window in surprise. The world beyond, once dark and oppressive, was now washed in a noticeable pale brightness.

The fog was lifting!

Excitement surged through him. He rushed to the window, and sure enough, visibility had jumped to around twenty meters. The fog hadn’t fully dispersed yet, but in these conditions, traveling outside no longer meant risking getting hopelessly lost.

He could finally go out.

Ray’s heart leapt. He’d been trapped inside the residential complex for more than half a month. Even though he had women to keep him company every day, there was a limit to that–after all, you couldn’t spend every waking moment doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and fooling around. He’d been bored stiff.

Being forced into the life of a shut–in was very different from choosing it.‘

It was time to get out and take a look around.

More importantly, he needed to secure energy supplies–gasoline, diesel, things like that. Before the apocalypse, stockpiling them in large quantities would have been impossible.

Lucy’s best friend was a special case.

That woman clearly had an extraordinary background. Otherwise, how could she get several acres of land approved on a whim and build herself an apocalypse fortress? With money and power, stockpiling fuel would’ve been easy.

Whatever. It didn’t matter now. Zero–cost shopping was always an option.

A smile spread across Ray’s face. His G–Class had cost a little over 200,000 dollars to buy, but the modifications had run more than half a million. The windows were replaced with bulletproof glass, the tires were upgraded for traction, and the body had powerful insulation. The heating system was custom–built, and the vehicle’s overall defensive capability was exceptional.

After waiting all these days, it was finally time to put it to use,

He only hoped… the roads outside weren’t completely blocked./

That was a real concern.

When the hailstorm first hit, rush hour hadn’t ended yet. The streets had been packed with cars. Many vehicles must have failed to find shelter in time, their windows shattered. Add in the dense fog, and how many people had simply abandoned their cars right in the middle of the road?

At that moment, Ray wished he’d prepared a tank instead.

The one piece of good news was that the nearest gas station was only about two kilometers away.

It shouldn’t be too difficult… right?

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Chapter 115

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After making a few preparations, Ray set off.

“Leo, you’re not coming this time. Stay home and guard the place.”

Leo barked a couple of times–whether he understood or not was anyone’s guess.

Ray headed to the ground–level garage.

The villa’s garage was above ground–though the underground level could also be converted into one, depending on the owner’s preference. Ray, wanting more space, had turned his basement into living quarters and a surveillance room instead.

He got in, shut the door, and with a roar, the engine started. The G–Class rolled slowly out of the garage.

Hail immediately struck the roof, producing crisp, sharp sounds.

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