Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

——————- The day after, the third day of the New Year

Zhang Shanni felt as if she had just fallen asleep moments ago when she heard the wake-up bugle of the Rong District, which had been silent for three days, ring out loudly once again.

As soon as she moved, someone caressed her hair and she felt a kiss on her cheek, followed by the coaxing words, "Wife, be good and sleep a little longer. I’ll come back to wake you later."

Zhang Shanni, with half-closed almond eyes, saw through her hazy vision the silhouette of the man finishing his dress and leaving. Her eyes drifted towards the color of the sky outside the window... It was still dark.

Well, that was just the first bugle call; it was still early... It was only 4:40 AM. Better to keep sleeping... It’s too early.

Zhang Shanni slept comfortably. When the second bugle call sounded, she ’successfully’ rolled over twice in bed—not a tumble, which was impossible for someone of her size to achieve.

In the bedroom, there was a Flame Stone she had placed in the corner. The stone was odorless and inconspicuous, but within the enclosed room, it maintained a temperature of around 17 or 18 degrees Celsius. Once the temperature reached that level, the Flame Stone would automatically ’extinguish’ itself, which was extremely practical.

However, it was not easy to find Flame Stones of this quality. There were many special stones like the Flame Stone in her space, but very few could be effectively utilized without attracting attention.

The Flame Stone she was currently using was one that she had frequently used in her previous life. Valuing its rarity, she would carefully store it in her space after each use, so it would not benefit others.