No…nononono…

Her children… didn't turn to monsters, right?

However, just before she could enter her pregnancy-mood-swings-panic-dread, a gentle kick hit the walls of her stomach.

This made her pause and instinctively place her palms on her bulging stomach. The next kicks were much gentler, soothing, and she realized that it was as if her babies were telling her not to overreact.

For the first time since all this started, she finally smiled.

Everyone may be gone, but at least her children were still with her.

She had to be well-prepared, at least for them.

The first thing she did was go to the kitchen and heat herself some food. She was not a good cook, but she was surrounded by them: her father, auntie, and her husband were all fabulous cooks.

Auntie—god bless her soul—stored a few ready-to-eat food in case she woke up in the middle of the night from hunger. She also took all the food on stock and in the pantry in her backpack, filling up a few square centimeters of space.

It was just that other than rice and a few canned foods, most of these foods were perishable.

What actually bothered her the most was the money. The fact that these values appeared here meant that it was possible to obtain such currencies while they were still in their home planet.

Obviously, digital money–which was most people's assets nowadays–was useless, so she could only check if paper money or any other valuables would suffice.

And she also needed to check what happened to her children, as well as some medicines so she should at least pass by a hospital.

However, she wondered, if the physique changed, will those medicines have any use?

In any case, she stopped herself from thinking too much and accomplishing nothing. She walked to her room's safety deposit box to see if cash could be converted to the system currency.

She held the paper in the palm of her hand, pausing, unsure what to do, she transferred it to the space.

Nothing happened.

She looked at the jewelry, took a handful of silver and gold jewelry–most of which were gifts from clients and friends–and placed it in the space.

At first it just stored there, but after a thought she placed them back out, and repeating the same process, but with the intent to 'sell'.

[Ding! A total of 230 grams of silver, 100 grams of gold. Would you like to convert it to coins? YES | NO ]

She clicked YES.

[Received: +1 gold coin ,+2 silver coin, +30 copper coins]

She stared at the remaining precious stones. Except for the jewelry her husband and family gave her—which was secure in the backpack—the rest was converted to System currency.

[Ding! 121 carats of Class E precious gems, 8 carats of Class A gems. Would you like to convert it to coins? YES | NO ]

She pressed NO. Separating each type of gem, she transformed the colorful ones first and only got a total of 51 silver coins.

The few carats of diamonds, on the other hand, earned her a whopping 5 gold coins. It seemed that gems high up on the Mohs scale had a much higher value in that other world.

Then her sighs fell on the safety deposit box itself–

[Ding! 50kg of Class C Precious metal detected. Would you like to convert it to coins? YES | NO ]

She clicked yes.

[Received: +69 silver coins]

An eyebrow rose in interest as she perused the room and looked at the few antiques in the family collection, apologized to the ancestors, and tried to get it converted as well.

Unfortunately, like paper money, it was judged to have no value.

Regretfully, she took out all the useless stuff from the backpack—she never would have thought she'd say this about money—from the backpack to save space.

She took a look at her wallet again.

[WEALTH: 6 gold coins, 122 silver coins, 30 copper coins]

This was the first time she regretted being so 'modern'. She should've stocked herself some hard currency had she known this would happen…

In any case, she didn't know how far this little wealth could get her, but she was not going to take any chances. Not to mention, she had to fill up the entire 1 cubic meter to feel comfortable.

Stretching her body, she turned her head to look at the floating clock on the top of her head.

[22:54:03]

At the sight of the numbers, she stood up and looked out the window.

She looked at the dark scenery outside. This was a time that should've been filled stillness, silence, and peace.

Instead, it echoed with horrendous screams and yells for help. However, she knew in her gut no one would have the energy to help others right now. She could only help herself.

She gestured going to the door, taking out her handy broom shaft from the space.

She rested long enough.