บททั้งหมดของ The Apocalypse Hoarder: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Percy buzzed around Diana like an eager bee, straining to impress. However, it was clear she had no interest in him. Compared to Cyrus, Percy's finances were even worse. He didn't even own a home and was still renting.Still, she smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Percy. But I already promised to meet a friend that night. What a shame!"Disappointment flashed across Percy's face. He had spent an entire month's salary on those concert tickets in hopes of confessing during the show. Now all that effort was wasted.Cyrus watched the exchange and smirked mockingly. He knew this lapdog would never get anywhere.When Percy noticed Cyrus smirking, humiliation twisted into anger. He stomped over and snapped, "Cyrus, you're shameless, you know that? A grown man making a woman haul your groceries? Don't you feel embarrassed? Diana's been complaining about her back ever since. Next time, stop dragging her into your errands!"Cyrus turned to Diana upon realizing that she had gone around and spread t

Three days later, thanks to Hector's connections, Cyrus secured two guns and 100 rounds of ammunition. The price was steep, but he did not mind. Now that he had those weapons, his confidence in surviving the Frostfall grew significantly.He had already completed the medicine deal with Ronald, and the five crates of imported, high-grade pharmaceuticals were safely in his possession.Another week passed before Hector called with good news. The safehouse had been completed exactly as specified, and it was time for inspection.Cyrus checked out of the hotel where he had been staying and drove back to Cervusa Residence.Hector accompanied him through the walkthrough. The moment Cyrus stepped inside, his eyes lit up. Wyvern Security truly was in a league of its own. The speed, the quality—everything was flawless.Every wall, ceiling, and floor had been reinforced with 8-inch alloy plating. Yet from the outside, the apartment appeared unchanged.Hector explained each feature patiently,

Cyrus had the deliveryman deliver the 100 giant water barrels straight to the warehouse. From there, he tucked them into his pocket dimension and brought them home instantly.Back in his apartment, he opened every faucet and filled the barrels one by one. At this pace, all 100 would brim with fresh water in less than a week.Days passed without rest. He spent every cent in his hands without hesitation. He would never save them for later.He ate only at the finest restaurants, ordering massive quantities of gourmet dishes each day. He sealed them into his space and stockpiled them. Between meals, he spent hours at Volaris' shooting range and practiced with bows, crossbows, and firearms, sharpening his aim until it became instinctive.He knew a month was insufficient to master hand-to-hand combat. That was unrealistic. But with precision weapons and a fortress wrapped in metal walls, Cyrus feared nothing.His actions did not go unnoticed. Whispers, laughter, and pointing fingers fol

Cyrus had emptied the entire Volmart South Cretora warehouse. More than 100 billion items had vanished, swallowed whole by his pocket dimension.On the outside, he played dumb. He acted just as shocked as everyone else and was the first to report the "incident" to Volmart's higher management.Within hours, word reached the top ranks of Volmart's South Cretora division. Executives with pale, drawn faces rushed to the scene in a frenzy and called the police immediately.When South Cretora's general manager, Tom Watson, saw the warehouse stripped bare, his complexion turned white as snow. "Oh my God, how am I supposed to explain this to headquarters?"The timing could not have been worse. Their headquarters in Libertia had already ordered every last item of stock shipped back home. The vessels were already en route to Volaris Port. And now everything was gone.Cyrus, however, felt no concern. In just two hours, millions of cubic feet of inventory had disappeared. No matter how hard t

The Frostfall had begun. In the southern part of Volaris, thick snow filled the sky. Online, countless voices buzzed across forums—some complaining, others reveling in the sudden winter wonderland.None of them understood. This snowstorm, this plunge in temperature, was not temporary. It would not stop. It would spread, intensify, and ultimately become a catastrophe no one could withstand.Meanwhile, Cyrus lounged on the sofa inside his fortified safehouse. The temperature hovered at a comfortable 20-something degrees. He sipped an ice-cold beer, utterly relaxed.His phone buzzed.He glanced down. Group chats exploded with messages—old classmates, hobby groups, and even the neighborhood residents' chat.[God, where did all this snow come from? The weather report never said anything!][It's the middle of the night, and I froze awake. Had to turn on the heater immediately!][Forget it, my crappy AC barely warms at all. Still getting colder by the minute.][How long is this gonna