"Heavens, what kind of Magical Space is this!" Jiang Yan couldn't help exclaiming in awe as her gaze continued to scan the White Area.
She was currently standing right at the edge of the White Area. After taking just two steps inside, she quickly noticed the difference compared to the black soil area:
There was no wind here, and the temperature felt neither too high nor too low—just perfectly comfortable.
On the side of the Gray Area not far away, there was a faintly translucent vortex with swirling air currents.
At first glance, it looked strikingly similar to the Black Hole designs seen in sci-fi movies.
Beside the Black Hole, there was also a translucent number: 0%.
With her extensive experience reading novels, her mind began formulating some guesses.
Action speaks louder than thoughts, so Jiang Yan decided to test things out first.
The first thing she needed to confirm was the method of entering and exiting the space.
She focused her thoughts: Out!
In an instant, her entire body flashed out of the space and returned to the study.
Then she concentrated again: In!
Just like that, she instantly reappeared inside the space.
The entire process was seamless.
"Store!"
Next, she tried storing the computer, desk, and bookshelf from the study into the space.
Sure enough, the items in the study vanished and were automatically sorted and placed in the Gray Area of the space.
The number displayed there remained at 0%, suggesting it likely represented the storage space occupancy ratio.
With another thought, the laptop from the Gray Area appeared in her hands.
After some testing, Jiang Yan summarized a few key points:
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To store items in the space, they had to be in physical contact with her body. Of course, if multiple items were tightly connected, she only needed to touch one of them.
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Unless she consciously arranged them, stored items would automatically be categorized and placed in the Gray Area.
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Items stored in the Gray Area could be compressed and folded automatically. Meaning, despite the area appearing no larger than a third of a soccer field, its actual storage capacity far exceeded her expectations.
In other words, she could buy endlessly without worrying about running out of space!
Additionally, she wondered—since there was so much fertile black soil in the space, could it be used for planting?
She recalled how, during her recent two-week trip abroad, the lawn and greenery in her courtyard had thrived thanks to the automatic irrigation system.
But the potted rose in the corner of the living room had wilted from lack of water.
She dug out a small gardening trowel from the tool shed and stored the withered rose into the space.
Then, she grabbed a box of vanilla ice cream from the fridge and poured a cup of hot water before re-entering the space.
After placing the ice cream and hot water in the Gray Area, she carried the potted rose to the Black Area.
Selecting a random patch of black soil, she dug a hole and planted the rose.
Unexpectedly, the rose reacted as if it had been fed several bags of nutrient solution—its yellowed, wilted leaves visibly regained their green hue, and new green buds sprouted.
The astonishing growth rate was nothing short of miraculous!
So, this land was indeed cultivable!
In the resource-scarce apocalypse to come, she could effortlessly enjoy fresh flowers, fruits, and vegetables!
Therefore, among the supplies she needed to stockpile, various seeds were a must.
Saplings of vegetables, fruits, and other plants would also be essential!
Ten minutes later, the results of her Gray Area experiments came in.
The ice cream and hot water she placed inside remained completely unchanged in state and temperature!
So, just like in those novels she'd read, time stood still here!
Looking at it this way, the black, white, and gray zones in the space corresponded perfectly to the three major functions: [Planting], [Living], and [Storage].
Great! With three billion in her account and ample storage space, what was she waiting for?!
Jiang Yan felt like she'd discovered a new continent, instantly overcome with the urge to rush out and go on a wild shopping spree.
"Ding dong!" The doorbell rang again.
She had just picked up her phone to order a hundred bottles of mineral water on Pinduoduo, but now she had to exit the space first.
Checking the surveillance monitor, she saw a curly-haired man wearing a reporter's vest with a camera hanging from his neck.
In his hands was a large bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
His intentions might as well have been written across his face.
Jiang Yan had no patience for him. Instead, she picked up her phone and pulled up the property management's on-duty number.
The residential complex she lived in was relatively upscale, with strong emphasis on residents' privacy and decent security patrols.
The villas were spaced far apart from each other.
She had no idea how a stranger had been allowed in today without even a security guard accompanying him.
"Ding dong!"
"Ding dong!"
Seeing no response from inside, the man outside pressed the doorbell twice more.
"Ms. Jiang, I'm your new neighbor! I just moved in yesterday, and I know you're in there!"
Then, he looked up at the camera above the door, a sly glint flashing in his eyes as he raised his voice:
"Ms. Jiang, I'm a reporter! If you don't come out, I'll post photos online of all those takeout orders you just placed! Just imagine—everyone in Quan'anming City will see how you could order so much food right after your mother's death. Oh, and didn't you have millions of followers as a big influencer?"
Listening to his absurd words, Jiang Yan couldn't help but frown slightly.
This guy.
How brazen!
Not only was he profiting off the dead, but he was outright threatening her!
And judging by his shameless, unfazed expression, he was clearly a repeat offender.
In her past life, she might have been more cautious—maybe even paid him off to avoid trouble.
But now? Ha.
If he dared to mess with her, he was in for some bad luck.
Jiang Yan had already pulled up the property management's number, but hearing this, she immediately dialed 110 instead.
"Ding dong! Ding dong!" The curly-haired man kept frantically pressing the doorbell.
"Ms. Jiang—" Before he could finish, the door creaked open.
A tall girl in black sportswear, a black cap, and a mask stood in the doorway, her youthful figure exuding an air of cold detachment.
Her bright, almond-shaped eyes were now veiled in a faint mist of frost.
"Ms. Jiang, I knew you were in there. Heh."
The curly-haired man's eyes lit up as if he'd spotted a gold mine. He put on a friendly face and extended the bouquet of chrysanthemums toward her. "Ms. Jiang, my condolences."
"What do you want?" Jiang Yan shot him a cold glance, not even lifting a hand.
The man gave an awkward chuckle and pulled the flowers back to his chest, saying—
"Here's the thing, Miss Jiang. I'm a reporter from Anming News 3+3. Knowing you were returning to the country today, I wanted to seize the opportunity for an interview. I understand it's not easy to meet you, so I specifically rented the apartment next door. I'm also aware of your mother's passing—"
He was halfway through his sentence when Jiang Yan coldly interrupted: "Show me your press credentials, please."
The curly-haired man had come prepared. He placed the bouquet of chrysanthemums on the ground and pulled out a red-covered ID from his pocket.
Before he could even open it, Jiang Yan had already snatched it from his hands.
(End of Chapter)