"Storage space is a dimension that exists in an alternate world. Once opened, the host gains access to a space where belongings can be easily stored." Inside the Maya system, Fang Chong's expressions underwent changes, and the Maya system was well aware of them.

When Fang Chong needed to inquire, the Maya system had already provided an answer.

"Is there such a thing?" Fang Chong almost exclaimed, "Oh, my goodness."

These concepts of alternate dimensions once again surpassed his understanding. However, without any cost, and with something that could provide significant help, Fang Chong was more than willing to accept it.

"The existence of alternate dimensional space can only be developed by civilizations of level five and above," feeling Fang Chong's confusion, the Maya system provided an explanation.

"Hmm," Fang Chong felt somewhat numb. There had been too many surprising things for him today.

"Could there be something in here beyond my comprehension as well?" Fang Chong looked at the remaining box in front of him and slowly opened it.

"Knife." The last box contained nothing particularly extraordinary but a knife, approximately a meter long, with a width of about five to six centimeters. The entire blade was jet black, and its material was indiscernible. The blade emitted an unusual glow, giving Fang Chong the first impression of its extreme sharpness, reminiscent of the legendary swords in martial arts novels.

"Silence." Fang Chong, after lifting the knife, realized that it was far from simple. The first impression was its weight, possibly several tens of kilograms. However, what caught Fang Chong's attention were the words 'silence' engraved on the handle.

"The name of the knife, 'Silence,' is a black tungsten alloy blade, extremely sharp, capable of cutting through armor of monsters below level twenty," explained the Maya system.

"So, slicing through zombies would be like cutting through cabbage?" Fang Chong, after hearing the Maya system's explanation, was already interested in the knife, and now he couldn't help but be enamored.

Today was quite lucky. Every time he ambushed zombies, he succeeded. Only in the moment when the zombies pounced, he could smoothly cut off their heads. Otherwise, relying on those two flimsy kitchen knives, it was impossible to decapitate a zombie in one stroke. Even so, the fruit knife had accumulated many small notches, and there was a risk of breaking with each zombie killed.

Now, with 'Silence' in hand, Fang Chong no longer had to worry about weapons.

With the thought of leaving, Fang Chong, with a satisfied expression, exited the Maya system.

...

"Knife in hand, survival manual, and storage space?" When Fang Chong's consciousness returned to the warehouse, he was surprised to find that both the manual and the storage space were missing.

If he didn't still have the black knife in his hand, he would have thought that everything just now was a dream.

"To view the content of the survival manual, the host only needs to concentrate," the Maya system, now fused with Fang Chong's thoughts, knew almost everything Fang Chong wanted to ask.

"As for the storage space, it's more convenient. Just think about opening it, but it belongs to your personal space."

"Open storage space." Knowing how to use it, Fang Chong immediately tried.

As the Maya system said, with just a thought, a space of about one cubic meter appeared in front of him.

Looking at the space that appeared out of thin air, Fang Chong was not only surprised but also shocked. However, with the arrival of the apocalypse, Fang Chong had accepted these miraculous things.

"Collect." After Fang Chong recovered from his shock, he collected the space after a few attempts. This secret had to be kept absolutely confidential.

...

"Haha, it seems that the apocalypse is not particularly depressing, right?" Fang Chong, while biting on biscuits and jerky, thought. Today, he received three gift packages, and Fang Chong's mood had improved a lot.

With these things, as long as he wasn't careless, the issue of survival didn't need to be too worried about.

"You can't stay in the mall for too long; it's clearly not safe and reliable." After dinner, Fang Chong sat in the dark warehouse, thinking. After all, survival was the absolute priority.

Now, on the second day, staying inside the warehouse was safe, but after a certain period, zombies would evolve. Their vision, sense of smell, hearing, speed, strength, etc., would improve, and it would be dangerous for him.

"Regardless, I need to raise my level to the strength of ten people first," after careful consideration, Fang Chong believed that strength was the greatest guarantee for survival.

With the strength of three people, coupled with 'Silence,' even facing the attacks of three or four zombies simultaneously, as long as he wasn't careless, safety was not an issue.

Moreover, Fang Chong still remembered what the Maya system said earlier. Within ten levels, killing ten zombies would increase his level by one. Today, he was able to kill over twenty zombies, and the increase in level was only a matter of time.

"I should first put the food into the storage space." Fang Chong, determined to first raise the level of his physical strength, knew that he couldn't hide in the warehouse anymore. Fang Chong knew that food would be the scarcest thing in the apocalypse. Now that there was a place to store it, not using it would be foolish.

"Chocolate, jerky, these things have high nutritional value, and there's also sugar, which contains a lot of calories." Fang Chong, using the light from his phone screen to check the food in the warehouse, analyzed which items were more beneficial. A cubic meter of space wasn't that large, and if he wasn't careful, it would be filled in an instant.

While thinking, Fang Chong systematically put items with high nutritional value and relatively small volume into the space. Items like biscuits and bread, which had a large volume and low nutritional value, were excluded one by one.

Soon, just as Fang Chong expected, a cubic meter of space couldn't hold much, and it was quickly filled.

And items like chocolate and candies were unpacked, freeing up more space after removing their outer packaging.

"I shouldn't have too many problems eating alone for two months." After stuffing several bottles of boxed milk into the space, Fang Chong finally collected it.

Although two months sounded long, in the apocalypse, it could pass in the blink of an eye.

As for what to eat in the future, he could only leave it to fate.

"Fortunately, I still have the survival manual for the apocalypse." Fang Chong chuckled, a form of self-consolation.

However, after completing these tasks, it was not early, and Fang Chong had no intention of looking at what the survival manual said. The next day, he had to kill zombies, and maintaining stamina was the top priority.

After a busy day, Fang Chong curled up in a corner of the warehouse and fell into a deep sleep, automatically blocking out the sounds of zombie activity outside.