All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

"But for now, I need to think about how to use my ability to block the attack methods of Severin's bunker." Cyrus rubbed his chin, his expression grave. "Gas. High-temperature jet flames. When traps release them, they rush straight toward me. That means I encounter no resistance when I absorb them. In theory, this should be entirely doable."His eyes grew brighter as his thoughts pushed open the door to a brand-new domain. "My pocket dimension exists in a state of absolute, or near-absolute, stasis. So if I keep the kinetic energy unchanged and simply reverse the direction by altering the vector, I could even send the attacks straight back to their source."Cyrus paced the room, excitement flashing in his eyes.After thinking it through, he left and went downstairs to an empty apartment. There, he lit a fire to begin testing.When the flames rose, Cyrus extended his right hand toward them, fingers spread wide, and activated his ability. The fire flowed into his pocket dimension.J

"Go on. Eat. Consider it compensation."The man had not eaten properly in days. Hunger had driven him to the brink of blacking out. Yet the instant he saw the steaming roast chicken, his eyes flared with a near-feral light.He was starving, so desperate that he had gnawed on the genuine leather sofa at home. And now, real roast chicken sat right in front of him.The sight nearly broke him. His hands shook as he rushed forward, seized it, and tore into the meat, sobbing openly while he ate.Cyrus took his time. He sat by the fire and idly prodded the flames with a broken table leg, his expression calm and detached.When the man finally finished devouring the chicken, Cyrus spoke. "Next, help me with a few more things. This time, throw something at me."The man looked at him with pure gratitude and nodded vigorously. After wolfing down the final scraps, crushing even the bones between his teeth and swallowing them, he sprang back up and continued cooperating, assisting Cyrus as he

If everything went too smoothly, Severin would start to suspect something.That was exactly why Cyrus' sudden change of plans convinced Severin that the trap had truly worked, that Cyrus had genuinely taken the bait.Cyrus took Vincent downstairs and pretended to retrieve the snowmobile. Just as Vincent was about to climb on, Cyrus stopped him. He produced a white plastic zip tie and said flatly, "Hands out."It was the kind used on construction sites to bundle steel pipes, absurdly tough. Once cinched around the wrists, any struggle only made it tighten further. It was practically as effective as handcuffs.Vincent's face darkened."Hey, why don't you trust me even now?" he pleaded. "I'm really on your side. I've even been poisoned!"Cyrus answered evenly, "No special reason. This makes me feel more at ease. And when we reach Severin's place, seeing you tied up will make it more convincing."Vincent resisted inwardly, but he knew it was useless. He could only extend his hands a

"You don't even recognize me? I'm Jimmy Vallon, the famous TV host!"Cyrus laughed. 'No wonder the voice sounded familiar.'That filthy mouth was practically Jimmy's trademark in the entertainment industry.Jimmy did not bother to read their expressions. He launched straight into abuse. "What, are you two dead matches? How is it that neither of you can light up? Damn it, we've been calling you people forever, and only now you show up to take us away. What the hell are you doing with the taxpayers' money?"Cyrus nearly slapped him twice on the spot. But at those words, both he and Vincent grew curious.Calling for help? Did that mean Jimmy had been in contact with some hidden organization in Volaris?Cyrus was about to ask when Jimmy cut him off again, "I'm telling you right now, we're leaving this place. Yeah, the villas are expensive, but we're almost out of food. The firewood and alcohol are gone too."You need to take us to a shelter and arrange housing for me and Giselle. An

Cyrus smiled mockingly. People who clung to the old world and refused to face reality struck him as pitiful in their own way.Kallax frowned, then abruptly pulled a tube of lip balm from his pocket. "Tsk. The air outside is way too dry. My lips are about to crack."He applied it with exaggerated care, then glanced at Cyrus and Vincent. "Weren't you sent by Director Stone to pick me up?"Cyrus was completely baffled. He had no idea who this "Director Stone" was."No. We're just passing through."Kallax's eyes dimmed, taking on the look of a resentful lover left behind. "How could she leave me here all alone? Didn't she promise to spoil me and love me forever?"Cyrus' expression turned odd. He more or less grasped the nature of Kallax's relationship with this Director Stone."If there's nothing else, we're leaving. Goodbye." Cyrus had no interest in entertaining them and turned to go.Kallax stepped directly in his path. "Wait! You have food, right? Could you spare some for us?"