All Chapters of Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

She spent the remainder of the evening raiding the local luxury mall. She purchased industrial metal shelving units, heavy-duty storage bins, and specialized heirloom gardening tools, directing the merchants to ship everything directly to her hotel suite. She didn't buy mass emergency rations yet—it was far smarter to let the big-box distributors hoard the food for her until Thanksgiving weekend, when she would simply walk into the abandoned warehouses and take it all for free.Her final stop was an elite estate jeweler on the upper concourse. While they were low on raw emeralds, Joanna systematically bought out their entire inventory of loose investment diamonds, rare violet tanzanite, and heavy bullion gold. The store owner was so ecstatic over the historic commission that she personally wrapped the cases and offered to hand-deliver them to Joanna’s hotel suite within the hour.Before heading back, Joanna stopped by a grocery kiosk and bought a premium gallon of gourmet ice cream. W

She focused her intent and exited the pocket dimension. Reappearing instantly in the center of her hotel room, she walked toward the bathroom to wash her face. But the moment her fingers gripped the heavy brushed-steel lever of the door, a sickening crunch echoed through the room.The solid metal handle shattered into sharp fragments right beneath her palm.Joanna leaped backward, magically appearing 15 feet from the door, her pulse hammering as she stared at the ruined door. What the hell, I just teleported? Not only could she seamlessly teleport her physical mass between dimensions, but she had just crushed solid steel like wet tissue paper. She tried another minute to and to her surprise she was able to teleport back to the door. Also, she just activated some strange strength ability. She looked at her hands.The spring water.She had chugged two entire glasses of the rejuvenating elixir the night before to survive the earring evolution. It hadn’t just healed her headache; it had p

"I just sent the initial fifty thousand," Joanna said, putting her phone away. "I want you to pack up your apartment and pack your prepper stash. Since you have no ties here, it'll be easiest for you to live with me over in the city by the coast."Jolie stared at her phone's banking notification, her face lighting up with a massive grin. "No problem, boss! Honestly, with this kind of capital, I might pack up and get out there sooner than you think.”"Perfect.” Jolie stood up and glanced at the taxi across the street happily waiting for her return, then said “ I have to catch my flight," Joanna instructed, rising from the booth. "I’ll text you a secure address and debrief you on our full operations once you arrive, okay?""You got it, boss. Safe travels!" Jolie cheered.Joanna left the crates and asked Jolie to take care of them for her. All the food safely in her upgraded space Jolie thought these empty crates would be great to pack up her things. Then Joanna ran across the street and

Address confirmed. Start shipping your prepper crates to the harbor warehouse directly, Joanna wrote.She knew Jolie's industrial food-preservation skills would soon turn that warehouse into a massive logistics hub. But as she locked her phone, Joanna's gaze turned calculating. While her mental villa could keep fresh food immaculate forever, she had no intention of revealing her spatial omnipotence to ordinary refugees. True security meant keeping her cards close to her chest. Her inner circle would thrive on fresh meals from the villa, but the masses at her future sanctuary would survive on canned, salted, and preserved rations—at least until she could recruit plant-based superhumans to cultivate her miracle soil.Joanna left quickly and walked to the corner where a small gardening store was. She bought tomato seeds and left. At her apartment she quickly planted a few tomato seeds in her ground outside the villa of her space to see how fast they really grew. She watered it quickly fr

The rhythmic clack-clack-clack of a pneumatic impact wrench echoed through the private garage. Heavy steel squat racks were being bolted directly into the concrete floor.Joanna watched the installers work, her arms crossed tight over her chest. We are going to war, she thought.Every single morning from here on out would be a brutal gauntlet. She and Jolie would have to push their bodies to the absolute limit. There would be no days off. Hand-to-hand combat conditioning, blade work, endurance—they needed it all. Joanna honestly didn’t know if Jolie possessed the latent genetic markers required to awaken a superpower when the virus struck. But it didn't matter. She was going to give her best friend a fighting chance to outlive her tragic original timeline.Once the installers finished and the garage door rolled shut, Joanna cracked open her laptop. It was time for phase two: the digital black market.She bypassed standard e-commerce sites, routing her connection through encrypted netw