Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 188 - Excessive panic
Chapter 188: Excessive panic
Chapter 188: Excessive panic
Retribution, it’s all retribution.
He shouldn’t have left the house that day, shouldn’t have stepped outside; had he just stayed home, how could he have ended up in such a dire situation?
If he could go back to the past, Chen Yuan would have beaten his former self to death.
Now, his life was worse than death.
At this time, Chen Yuan didn’t know whether he should live or die.
He wanted to live, but he felt that living like this was worse than not living at all.
He thought about dying, but at the last moment, he wasn’t quite willing to die.
Chen Yuan couldn’t make sense of his own thoughts.
“I really regret it,” Chen Yuan said, looking at Lin Murong, his teeth clenched as he spat out a few words.
“Regret? The world doesn’t have a pill for regret.” If there were such a pill, he would have devoured it all.
Moreover…
“Brother Chen, we’re really grateful for everything you did for us, so we gave you many chances. Your men came time and again, waking us up repeatedly, dragging people away night after night. We knew those were your men, but we didn’t seek revenge. You were just too arrogant. If anyone is to blame, it’s yourself.”
Lin Murong’s face changed; they had already been more than fair to Chen Yuan, knowing the troublemakers were his men, yet they didn’t immediately capture Chen Yuan for severe punishment.
It was Chen Yuan himself who couldn’t hold back, knowing he couldn’t win, yet still absurdly overconfident.
He didn’t understand, simply couldn’t understand where that confidence came from.
In the end, all his men were gone, yet was he not still alive and well, with adequate food to eat?
Lin Murong thought that this treatment was already quite generous.
It was merely forgetting him in the kitchen, almost starving him to death.
But when you’re often hungry, you eat less later on, and the more food you can save, the less likely you are to starve to death.
He was helping Chen Yuan.
Upon hearing his words, Chen Yuan’s face immediately darkened.
Were he not acutely aware of his own physical condition, knowing how weak he was now, and that even a sneak attack couldn’t kill this damned Lin Jun, he would certainly have fought to the death to kill Lin Jun.
How infuriating.
“Hmph, my men aren’t as formidable as yours, I concede. But what gives you the right to lock me up here? What right? You come to mock me when you feel like it, planning to starve me to death when you don’t, and now you’ve concocted some reason. Do you think I’m a fool?”
Chen Yuan grew more agitated as he spoke.
Unexpectedly, Lin Murong actually nodded.
“Pretty much.”
“You!”
“Alright, since you’re awake, I should be leaving. Just stay put. Drink water as you like, there’s plenty.” Having learned everything he needed to know, Lin Murong didn’t want to deliver meals to Chen Yuan as before.
Those delicious meals, he begrudged giving to others.
But this guy, Chen Yuan, clearly loved to eat, clearing his plate every time, yet he deigned to belittle the food while eating.
Hmmph, who did he think he was?
Eating hastily and greedily, and still having the nerve to complain.
Previously, he needed to coax and draw out information; now that they had the information and understood the situation, they could simply deal with Chen Yuan casually.
Lin Murong’s idea of dealing casually meant, while he dined on lavish meals with Su Yinhe and Chi Yan, let Chen Yuan starve.
He would feed Chen Yuan when he remembered to do so.
What mattered was the belief that life and death were predetermined, and fortune was in heaven’s hands.
Chen Yuan no longer had the privilege of eating the same meals as them.
Now, Chen Yuan was only worthy of leftover meals.
Leftover meals were good too, but before they left, Chen Yuan’s diet was on the same level as theirs.
Now suddenly demoted to the lowest, how could he accept that?
If he had never tasted those braised pork, four-happiness meatballs, and various stews, if he weren’t Chen Yuan, just an ordinary person struggling to survive in the apocalypse.
This bit of leftover food would be a luxurious feast for him, likely leaving him reminiscing for a long time after.
But he was Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan, who considered himself to be supremely intelligent, had modest superpowers, but through his brains, he had gained a lot.
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Compared to others, Chen Yuan’s life could be said to be on par with an Emperor’s.
He had savored many delicacies; his days were spent in nothing but enjoyment.
For an ordinary person, these leftovers were a gift; for Chen Yuan, they were an insult.
He still wanted to live, so he could only endure the resentment and eat those leftovers bite by bite.
At the same time, he swore to himself that he would definitely kill them,
No matter what the method.
If he died and they lived well, that couldn’t be allowed—he either died with them, or they died and he lived.
But Chen Yuan forgot that he could only stay in the kitchen and couldn’t get out,
His wish to kill them was nearly impossible.
Unless he could persuade one of them…
But aside from Lin Jun, the other two never came.
He never saw the other people.
And he didn’t know that Lin Murong, who was about to cause mischief, was busy solving a puzzle.
This puzzle was no ordinary one, it had no picture nor patterns—it was a solid-colored puzzle said to enhance intelligence.
Lin Murong had always boasted about his smarts so Su Yinhe straightforwardly gave him the puzzle,
Telling him that solving it would prove his brilliance.
This delighted Lin Murong.
He thought he could quickly solve it with his wit but after a long while, he only assembled a small portion.
Then he just realized he had put a piece in the wrong place.
He began dismantling it and then tried placing another piece.
And failed again…
He’d been at it for half a day, half a day!
He only managed to piece together something the size of a palm.
And the puzzle consisted of thousands of pieces.
When would he ever finish?
Whimper…
They wouldn’t withhold his meals for not finishing the puzzle, would they?
Lin Murong trembled as he grasped the puzzle.
Food, food, food…
His beloved food.
He so craved it.
And the braised pork and big chicken legs to go with it.
Slurp.
Lin Murong licked his lips in hunger.
So hungry.
The hungrier he became, the more he felt the puzzle was bad news.
Whimper…
To torture him like this.
He wanted his food, his food.
Although he had just eaten, the thought of food made him hungry again.
Lin Murong decided to become a glutton instead of a smarty.
How wonderful it was to be a glutton, to be filled with food.
Food, hunger.
Su Yinhe watched Lin Murong holding that little piece of the puzzle and laughing like an idiot, feeling a bit scared.
How could someone start laughing while playing with a puzzle?
He looked quite abnormal.
It wasn’t an epileptic fit, was it?
If that was her experience, then…
“Chi Yan, come and see Lin Murong, is he sick?”
Almost instantly as the last word left Su Yinhe’s mouth, Chi Yan appeared.
He glanced casually at Lin Murong and then shook his head at Su Yinhe.
“No illness. It’s normal to be a bit foolish; there’s no need for panic.”
