Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies

Chapter 198: Crawling with ants

Chapter 198: Crawling with ants

They dared not blame those above, so they could only cast blame on Chen Yuan, the sycophant.

Many people, so many people, despised Chen Yuan, despised his way with words.

Some people, clearly doing nothing, could still take all the credit just by wagging their tongues.

How could one not dislike such a person?

Of course, outwardly, they were all good friends with Chen Yuan, good brothers, their fake friendships seeming even more genuine than the real ones.

But they all knew fake was fake, no matter how it was disguised.

When they saw Chen Yuan benefiting, these so-called good friends of his were far from happy.

And when Chen Yuan saw them benefiting, he was certainly not happy either; instead, he would use his glib tongue to steal their benefits.

In fact, on the very day that Chen Yuan returned, there were three groups of people out to kill him.

Since Chen Yuan had disappeared before, they wished he would disappear forever.

But something uncanny happened; those three groups entered Chen Yuan’s home intending to put an end to him, and they couldn’t find him at all.

Yet Chen Yuan hadn’t left at all, he had always been at home, but those three groups simply couldn’t find him anywhere.

Though there had been an assassination attempt on him on the very first day of his return, Chen Yuan hadn’t taken any special action.

Was he perhaps biding his time for a big move?

They were a bit afraid.

But one day, two days, three days passed…

Chen Yuan still had no reaction, not even approaching his superiors anymore, just staying at home all day long.

“There must be some kind of scheme, he couldn’t be deliberately…” someone speculated.

“I think so too…”

In any case, not a single person believed that Chen Yuan would let it go without retaliation; they were convinced that he would take revenge, that he was just waiting for the right moment to make a major move.

Those who had failed to flee envied those who had successfully done so; why weren’t they shrewd enough to flee?

Those who thought about fleeing were usually the poorer ones, with little to their name; they could easily take their possessions and leave.

But those who hadn’t fled didn’t necessarily want to stay; it was mainly because they had too many resources that they couldn’t leave in a hurry.

They had worked so hard to accumulate so many resources; how could they bear to leave them? Sometimes, they would rather die than lose their possessions.

Those resources had been earned with their lives.

Their lives, to be given away just like that? Impossible.

But to everyone’s surprise, Chen Yuan truly took no action.

Once Chen Yuan had gone inside his home, he never came out again.

Very strange, truly strange.

They began to suspect that it wasn’t really Chen Yuan; could someone be pretending to be him, just to scare them?

After thinking this over, they dismissed the notion – who would have the time for such a prank?

It couldn’t be.

So that really was Chen Yuan.

But how had Chen Yuan changed so much?

Chen Yuan was lying in the basement of his own house, feeling very content with bags of grain by his side.

He had now taken to sleeping in the basement, nowhere else felt secure.

Being confined for so long had greatly changed Chen Yuan’s personality.

His interests had changed as well.

He now liked to sleep hugging his food; without it, he couldn’t sleep at all.

He could only sleep soundly surrounded by resources; everywhere else lacked a sense of safety.

He could only sleep peacefully when feeling his resources with his hands.

Moreover, there were too many people out to kill him; sleeping above ground wasn’t safe, for he might just disappear in his sleep.

The basement was better, safe, filled with resources; he liked sleeping there.

He was sleeping comfortably, very satisfied.

After he entered the basement, he never went out again; eating, drinking, and relieving himself all took place in the basement…

Chen Yuan used to find this somewhat dirty, but after being confined for so long, he surprisingly still found it quite bearable.

He even began to like it a bit.

In any case, he had already adapted to life in the basement. It was a bit smelly, but it didn’t matter.

He liked it.

He really quite liked it.

As for the person who emptied out his stuff, Chen Yuan didn’t even care about getting revenge anymore.

Mainly, he had grown accustomed. Accustomed to being locked up, accustomed to not going outside.

Habits are truly terrifying, extremely so.

The last time he went outside was when he came back.

Since returning, he had never dared to go out again.

There was this strange fear in his heart.

He didn’t even know what he was afraid of.

He was just afraid, afraid of being locked up again.

He could endure being locked up the first time; life was better than death, but at least he was alive. Now, if he were locked up, he would think about just dying.

But luckily, he was always shrewd, sneaking around, stocking the basement with goods he deemed important.

With these supplies, life in the basement wasn’t too hard.

Living in the basement, he could eat whenever he wanted, do whatever he wanted; it was so free.

Chen Yuan now, when he was hungry, he would eat, hungry, munch away, not caring about meal times like he used to.

He was really scared of being confined, scared of hunger.

He didn’t want to starve ever again.

He felt his current days were pretty blissful; so what if he couldn’t go out.

At least he wouldn’t starve.

It wasn’t like before, suffering from hunger, eagerly waiting for Lin Jun to remember him. When remembered, he would get some leftovers; if not, he would continue starving.

Those days were truly terrifying.

Thus, Chen Yuan now lived by eating whenever he was hungry.

In just a short time, he had gained weight.

Originally scrawny from being confined, Chen Yuan’s body swelled up like an inflated balloon.

He had gotten fat.

And his fat wasn’t the solid type. His bulk looked a bit hollow, like one poke might make him explode.

But when pinched, it felt like fat.

Chen Yuan now resembled a pig raised in the basement, a pig raised by himself, with the basement as his prepared breeding ground.

He knew he had become very frightening, knew he shouldn’t keep eating this way.

He was truly eating too much now.

He ate nearly ten times what he used to eat every day.

He wasn’t the type who could eat without gaining weight.

Inevitably, he ballooned like an inflated balloon.

He wanted to stop, but just couldn’t manage to, he really couldn’t control it.

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When he was hungry, he simply had to eat.

Or rather, he now needed to ensure there was always something in his mouth, always something in his hands to munch on; if there was nothing in his mouth, he would panic, really panic, flustered, and his heart would beat furiously.

He would get really anxious.

He had to have something in his mouth.

He knew something was off about himself now; he felt he was heading in a very bad direction, wanting to stop, but he couldn’t control it, really couldn’t control it.

He couldn’t control himself, knowing in his mind that this was unhealthy, that this was wrong, but he just couldn’t stop.

Without food in his mouth, he would feel uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, as if his body was crawling with ants.