Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 190: Eyeing Paradise shop

The situation worsened as the snowstorm lasted much longer than anyone had anticipated.

Brother Elias and General Kaiser were supposed to leave today, but the heavy snowfall delayed them, postponing their return to the military base.

The path from the base to the Camel Tower had already been challenging, and now, returning in this severe weather was far too risky.

Although they were eager to report the critical news to the other generals, staying safe had to come first.

"What a crazy timing! Of all the days, a snowstorm had to hit just when we’re about to return," General Kaiser muttered, staring at the thick snow piling up outside.

"General, we’re running low on firewood. Should we go buy more?"

"Alright. Come with me," he said, then paused. "Wait—did Paradise open today?"

"Yes, General. I went to check earlier. It’s open."

Luckily for them, the Paradise Shop remained open, letting them buy more supplies and essentials to cope with the extreme cold.

But in other areas, panic had already taken hold.

The temperature had dropped sharply to -45 degrees Celsius—much colder than the days before.

Especially at the evacuation center, people huddled close together, no longer caring about their unwashed, smelly bodies.

For them, survival came before everything else.

But some had not prepared for the sudden cold. They froze in their sleep and never woke up.

For those poor souls, perhaps death felt like an escape from this unbearable nightmare.

"Have you heard about a shop opening in Camel Tower? They say it’s like a paradise over there," a woman said, her eyes full of curiosity as she wondered what the shop could possibly offer.

"Is it true? I thought it was just a rumor," a foxy woman replied.

Despite the ongoing disaster, she still wore enough makeup to attract men.

"How would you know? You’re busy flirting with married men these past few days," the ugly woman sneered.

This foxy woman had even done it inside their shared room, making things uncomfortable.

"As long as it brings profit and they give me enough supplies, why not? Sister, are you interested?" she replied proudly. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The ugly woman glared at her. "No need! I’d rather die than sell myself."

This woman was none other than Shantel, the medicine dealer who had made herself look ugly to avoid attention.

Even inside the government evacuation center, she knew the harsh truth—desperate men could still do terrible things to beautiful women, ignoring the law completely.

She was the same woman who had sold bulk medicine to Elena and Aunt Liza, but now she was stranded here.

The government had taken her supplies, claiming it was for everyone’s good.

They also said it was for protection and fair distribution—but in truth, they had seized everything by force.

Now, stuck in this place, Shantel deeply regretted ever stepping into the government shelter.

"Well, with your ugly face, no one wants to be with you," the foxy woman said with disdain, winking at a man in the corner who returned her look with a sinister smile.

Shantel didn’t respond—arguing with a woman like that was a waste of breath.

But the man’s wife noticed the exchange. Furious, she stood up and slapped the foxy woman across the face.

"Now you’re trying to seduce my husband? I’ll beat you to death!"

"Why are you mad at me?" the foxy woman retorted. "If you can’t keep your man, that’s your own problem."

The others around them simply watched. Scenes like this had become normal.

The government staff didn’t step in unless someone was about to be killed.

For most, it was entertainment—as long as their own partners weren’t involved.

"Enough! Stop it!" the man barked."I didn’t do anything, so quit overreacting."

Then he turned to the foxy woman with a grin. "Sister, sorry about that. My wife’s just been tense lately."

"Hmph. I understand, brother," the foxy woman said, her tone laced with flirtation. "If you ever need help, I’m always available."

"Are you cold, sister?" the man asked with a smirk. "Why don’t we huddle later? You know—keep each other warm. Maybe even with a few others."

"Alright, brother," she replied with a wink.

The other men whistled and chuckled, clearly looking forward to the ’show’ later.

Hearing their conversation, the man’s wife exploded with rage at their shameless words.

"How could you do this to me? You promised my father before he died that you’d take care of me!"

"What nonsense are you saying?" the man replied coldly. "I was only helping the woman you bullied—offering her a little warmth and a place to sleep beside us. That’s all."

"You!!!" she screamed, too angry for more words.

Shantel stopped listening.

This kind of drama had become the new normal inside the evacuation center.

She quietly moved to the other side of the room, hoping to hear more about the so-called Paradise shop.

Her mind drifted back to Xander and Oslo, who were now living in Camel Tower.

They had once invited her to stay with them if she had nowhere else to go in City A. But she had refused, planning to return to City D.

Then everything changed—the disaster struck, and now she was stranded in this miserable place.

"Are you going there?" a man asked his friend, referring to the mysterious shop.

"Hmph, I’m planning to once this snowstorm stops," the friend replied. "We need supplies. The government only gives us one meal a day."

Shantel approached them and asked calmly, "Can I come with you? Don’t worry, I won’t cause trouble."

The two men looked at her, and after a moment, they simply nodded.

While the people inside the evacuation center were lamenting their situation, government officials were also busy discussing the mysterious shop that had suddenly appeared in the Camel Tower area.

"It’s true. I’ve been there," one official said.

"They accept jade and antiques as payment if you want to buy supplies."

"Unbelievable!" another scoffed.

"With the disaster still going on, we must unite. They should be donating their supplies instead!"

The officials glanced at the chubby man who had spoken, many sneering inwardly.

He had used that same excuse for months now—claiming unity while hoarding goods for himself.

The people in the evacuation center were unhappy about it but had no better option, so they went along with his way.

"How do you plan to do that?" someone asked.

"Let’s force them," the chubby man said, smirking.

"Besides, the Camel Tower area is big enough to be turned into another evacuation center. They can’t ignore the law. As long as they’re inside City A, they must follow the rules."

The other officials exchanged looks and slowly nodded in agreement.

Their eyes were now fixed on Camel Tower—or more precisely, the Paradise shop.