[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times":3,"chapter-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-7":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fiercest Man in the End Times",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2319245,4536,"Chapter 7: Snow Upon Ice (Please Collect, Invest, and Vote)","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-7",7,"\u003Cp>Zhang Su muttered in frustration: “I should’ve carried up all the stuff you bought last night!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah…” Zheng Xinyu let out a soft cry, her face twisted with regret: “Yeah, Su-ge, those things… if we’d had them, we could’ve lasted a month—by then, rescue would’ve come!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu had promised her fans a challenge: stay off-stream, never leave her bedroom for a month—in other words, don’t open the door, do everything inside!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d ordered plenty of essential supplies for every aspect of daily life, preparing thoroughly for the challenge, buying enough for roughly fifty days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this challenge, she’d emptied her entire year’s savings, betting everything to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle—tomorrow was supposed to be the start date, but this sudden catastrophe turned it all to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu felt a quiet resentment, but she didn’t complain much; she knew now was no time for pessimism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su raked his fingers through his hair in frustration for a while, then suddenly realized it was useless—he slapped his cheeks and said: “We’ve lost outside supplies. Let’s inventory what’s left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he instinctively glanced toward the door, wondering if the gatekeeper, Brother Li, was still around…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu agreed readily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, get water!” Zhang Su stood up abruptly, walking as he spoke: “Even if we can’t drink it, we’ll need water for other things—bring containers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the two carried buckets and basins into the bathroom to fill them, they froze—when they turned the tap, it spat out a few drops like a man with prostate trouble, then went silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water was cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All their earlier discussion about water was pointless…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap water: “Keep chatting. I’m out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared at each other in silence—this was truly pushing them to the edge of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Charge everything that can be charged!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internet and water were gone; electricity and gas were surely next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only phones and power banks can be charged—but no signal, so what’s the point of a phone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu spoke of this with deep misery; her dependence on the internet far exceeded Zhang Su’s—she lived online, addicted to it, and now, without it, she was listless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Think positively—what if the internet comes back? Even if not, phones have other functions—they’ll still be useful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su spoke as he worked, plugging in every device that could be charged: phone, power bank, electric razor, clock, night light—even the electric toothbrush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh no!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he finished, Zheng Xinyu let out a mournful whimper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?” Zhang Su asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu pointed at the bathroom: “No… no water. How do we use the toilet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su rubbed his forehead: “Is this really worth panicking over? Small business, normal. Big business, use a trash bag. What’s the big deal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s so disgusting… isn’t there another way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu grimaced, imagining never using a flush toilet again—she was starting to panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can’t go out, so that’s the only way—seal the bag, toss it in the toilet. It’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t see it as a problem—there were far worse things ahead…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu pouted and scratched her butt, filled with endless melancholy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop dawdling—draw the curtains, inventory the supplies!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su urged, turning to the most critical task: inventorying supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish, swish, swish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As each curtain was pulled shut, the room plunged into darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two returned to the living room and turned on the lights. Zheng Xinyu asked, puzzled: “Su-ge, why draw the curtains?… Afraid someone’ll see us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t understand—shouldn’t they let others know survivors were here, to prompt rescue?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su nodded: “We’re not the only ones with cut-off internet and water. Every household has fixed supplies in the short term. Never let your guard down. Would you give away your life-saving food to strangers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu froze. She prided herself on kindness—she often fed stray cats and dogs—but the thought of someone taking her meager rations made her heart tighten—she shook her head violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!” Zhang Su praised, then added: “When disasters strike, power outages happen anytime. Remember, Xin-yu—your life comes first. Never be soft-hearted!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su, usually generous and kind, always had a ruthless, decisive side—and which face he showed depended entirely on the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I get it, Su-ge. I won’t be a pushover.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Zheng Xinyu’s unmade-up, weary face, a flicker of resolve appeared—but she didn’t yet know how agonizing the real choice would be when it came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sealing the doors and windows, Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu urgently inventoried their most vital survival supplies: food and drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since most items were piled in Zheng Xinyu’s room, Zhang Su simply moved all other food there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never came over before—I had no idea your room’s worse than mine!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stood with arms crossed, eyeing Zheng Xinyu’s bedroom with disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dirty clothes and socks lay in the corner; trash bin scattered with debris; snack crumbs on the desk; the bed worse—cheap plush toys from claw machines littered everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! I just haven’t cleaned up yet! Don’t distract me while I’m working!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu’s face flushed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shook his head with a tut-tut sound—he wasn’t surprised. Many young women’s rooms looked like this; he’d seen messier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s see… including drinks and alcohol, we have about seventy-five liters of liquid, twelve packs of instant noodles, way too many snail rice noodles—twenty-two bags, four self-heating hot pots, eight self-heating rice boxes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After organizing everything, they concluded: they could last half a month. If they rationed, twenty days was possible—if electricity and gas also cut out, that’s another matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, all food was ready-to-eat, requiring no lengthy cooking—saving them countless headaches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of these were Zheng Xinyu’s stockpile; Zhang Su had only contributed two five-packs of instant noodles and two boxes of self-heating rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Um…” Zheng Xinyu looked at the stacked water bottles, voice timid: “Su-ge, I don’t think the water will last half a month… do we… not wash at all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—Zhang Su hadn’t accounted for hygiene in his planning. Not because he forgot—he’d thought of it, then dismissed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strictly speaking, their water supply was minimal—mostly drinks—so actual water was precious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zheng Xinyu spoke, Zhang Su opened his mouth to raise his voice—then remembered the giant outside the door. He lowered it instantly: “Forget washing now. Just stink!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waste won’t flush, no showers—soon they’d both be stinking treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haven’t written in over half a year—I thought things were more relaxed now, turns out they’re even worse. Yesterday’s chapter got cut. Readers, if you see homophones in the text, don’t be surprised—they might not be typos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1098,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","41ba43a59b8e79e6685dc88363503b9c5bef97207a3c074519f973342550ece6","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-8","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-6",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]