Apocalypse Descends: I Win Effortlessly by Turning Trash into Treasure

It turned out that Amber Sheridan really wasn’t afraid.

After swaggering into the police station and confirming that Perry Yates was, in fact, Perry Yates, Amber Sheridan had a word with the officer on duty and then led her away.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the sports car, Perry Yates was instantly thrown back by the acceleration. The car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

As she sat in the car, Perry Yates was searching for something on Amber Sheridan’s phone.

She had asked Amber Sheridan for the phone when she got in.

"Why can’t I find any information about the game?" Perry Yates asked curiously.

On Cerulea, almost everyone knew about the game. Information about it would pop up on the internet from time to time, and some players even live-streamed when they weren’t participating in the game to earn some extra money.

But here, Perry Yates couldn’t find a single shred of information about the game.

She had also subtly tried to fish for information back at the police station. It turned out these people truly knew nothing about the game, which was what surprised Perry Yates the most.

Logically speaking, the survival game had arrived in this world long before it appeared in hers, yet the authorities here seemed completely oblivious.

Hearing Perry Yates’s question, Amber Sheridan said, "News about the game did cause a huge sensation at first. But... money is a powerful temptation."

At this, a scornful smile touched the corner of Amber Sheridan’s lips.

"About half a year after the game’s arrival, people who weren’t chosen to enter but craved supernatural powers began secretly capturing players. Then they would covertly research, dissect, and experiment on them.

"It wasn’t until one of their labs was destroyed that these activities came to light. All the players were in a state of panic. Some even began slaughtering ordinary people. It nearly triggered a new world war."

Perry Yates fell silent upon hearing Amber Sheridan’s explanation. Similar things had happened on Cerulea in the early days after the game’s arrival.

However, according to the news reports, those people had underestimated the power of those who emerged from the game, so they failed.

Afterward, nations led by Drakonia strongly condemned their actions. Ultimately, those responsible were sentenced to death, which finally placated the players.

But even so, many players still chose to hide their identities after successfully returning from the game.

This was also why Perry Yates wanted to keep her identity as a bar owner separate from her life as a player.

"So what happened then? How did you solve the problem?" Perry Yates asked.

This world certainly didn’t look like it had gone through a world war.

"Later, before the conflict could fully escalate, Master Ford brought back a five-star card from the game. Combining it with his own Talent, he erased all memories of players and the survival game from every ordinary person on this planet. At the same time, all the remaining players went underground."

"But that only treats the symptoms, not the root cause, right?" Perry Yates said. "After all, it only erased memories. The number of players will keep growing. Won’t they be exposed eventually?"

"You’re underestimating a five-star card, then."

Hearing this, Perry Yates nodded. ’Looks like that card’s power is more than just simple memory erasure.’

"By the way, your planet’s technology is so advanced. You can actually travel back and forth between planets."

Compared to his own world’s affairs, Amber Sheridan was clearly more interested in why Perry Yates had appeared here.

God knows how shocked he’d been when he received Perry Yates’s call.

"Space-jumping? In your dreams. It was a Card Skill," Perry Yates said, rolling her eyes.

When he heard Perry Yates mention a Card Skill, Amber Sheridan seemed to recall something. "The Any Door?"

Perry Yates nodded. "I sprinkled some Space Grass seeds on both of you when the last game ended. I just wanted to give it a try. I didn’t expect it to actually work."

A smug smile appeared on Perry Yates’s face. "The only problem is that the Space Grass grows too slowly, and the location wasn’t quite right. Otherwise, I would’ve been here ages ago."

Of course, that wasn’t true. ’But as the owner of the Any Door, who would know if it’s true or false unless I say so?’

"So you’re saying you came from Master Ford’s villa?"

Perry Yates nodded again. "Right. I was originally going to wait for you two to get back, but I saw how late it was getting. Since you weren’t back yet, I figured you weren’t coming home."

"So you went to the police station to file a report?"

Perry Yates shrugged. "It was the fastest and simplest method. You can’t expect an alien like me to find someone on an unfamiliar planet like looking for a needle in a haystack, can you?"

Amber Sheridan: "..." ’Damn it, that actually makes perfect sense.’

Amber Sheridan took a deep breath, then silently increased the car’s speed.

About ten minutes later, after "flying low" the whole way, the two arrived in front of a brightly lit corporate tower.

The building was very quiet inside. The two took a private elevator all the way to the top floor and walked into a low-key, luxuriously decorated office.

Evan Fuller was sitting inside, dressed in a black shirt with the top few buttons undone, revealing a faint glimpse of his skin. He wore a pair of golden glasses that masked his usually sharp, deep-set eyes, making his entire demeanor seem much softer.

"Master Ford, look who I brought!" Amber Sheridan called out, his voice filled with an eager excitement, like a child showing off his report card.

Hearing the voice, Evan Fuller lifted his eyes. The moment he saw Perry Yates, the gaze hidden behind his golden glasses froze.

His eyes seemed to ask, ’How did you get here?’

Just then, Amber Sheridan eagerly interjected, "Master Ford, you’ll never guess how she got here! It was the Any Door! This girl sprinkled Space Grass seeds on us when we parted ways."

Evan Fuller set down the contract in his hands, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Perry Yates. "What is your purpose for coming here?"

"To do business, of course," Perry Yates said with a smile.

"The survival game has been in your world for several years now. I bet you players have accumulated a lot of low-tier cards or White Cards.

You have no use for these cards, but it’s a waste to throw them away. So why not make a trade with me?"

Perry Yates knew she wasn’t an exceptionally clever person, especially when facing Evan Fuller. She always had the feeling that he could see right through her, so she chose to be honest about her purpose.

’After all, her real reason was to develop more clients. As for Cerulea, to be honest, it was nearly saturated.’

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