Apocalypse Descends: I Win Effortlessly by Turning Trash into Treasure

From afar, Perry Yates saw several players whispering amongst themselves, chatting about what they had seen and experienced over the past few days.

"I’d only ever read about this on the game forums. I never thought it would be so real."

"Yeah, exactly. If no one had said anything, I’d have thought this was the real world."

"Do you guys think this place could be some kind of parallel dimension?"

"Who knows? All I want right now is to survive. I have a wife and kids back home."

That single sentence instantly silenced the group, who had been chatting excitedly just moments before.

They were all new players. Apart from the initial Talent they received when the game began, they had only managed to find a few White Cards over the past few days.

However, before they could lament their situation for too long, a sudden commotion broke out nearby.

Someone had wheeled in a stepladder from somewhere. Perched on top of it was a young man with delicate features, holding a megaphone.

His appearance instantly drew everyone’s attention.

Cole Kane switched on the megaphone and began to speak. "Thank you all for trusting us and taking the time to gather in the square. After these past few days, I’m sure you’ve all gained a certain understanding of this world."

"I imagine many of you have already guessed that this game has something to do with the weather.

I’m here to tell you that you’ve guessed correctly. This game is indeed about the weather, but not the extreme heat you might be imagining. It’s about torrential rain and flooding.

This is a survival game. The system doesn’t require us to fight to the death. In theory, we don’t even have to be the last ones standing—we just need to survive until the fifteenth day to leave safely.

So, fundamentally, we have no conflict of interest. That’s why I hope we can all unite to withstand this disaster together."

Natural disasters are the most dangerous catastrophes in any survival game, especially since you can’t stop them from happening, even with foreknowledge.

After Cole Kane finished, he gave everyone a moment to think and process the news.

After a few minutes, when the crowd had gradually calmed down, he continued, "I know some of you don’t like teaming up with other players—you think it’s too much trouble—but I still hope we can all work together. Let me say it again: we are not enemies.

Now, if you’re willing to stay and face this crisis with us, please remain. The rest of you are free to leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, people started looking at one another.

After about ten seconds, some players chose to leave.

Some left alone, while others departed in groups.

Perry Yates’s gaze lingered for a few seconds on the players who left together.

They looked very familiar with one another; it clearly wasn’t their first time teaming up.

Seeing people leave, some of those who remained were tempted to follow suit. But, lacking confidence in their own strength, they looked around uncertainly and ultimately decided to stay for the time being.

After most of the others had trickled away, Perry Yates also turned and left.

A fantastical and magnificent door materialized behind her, shimmering with a faint purple aura. Perry Yates stepped through it and vanished on the spot.

The players still in the square who witnessed this couldn’t help but stare, their eyes wide with shock.

"A... a spatial attribute!"

Envy filled many of their eyes.

Regardless of its other powers, a spatial attribute was second to none when it came to self-preservation.

Regret washed over many of their faces. ’Why didn’t I go up and talk to her?’

If they could get that player with the spatial attribute on their side, their chances of survival in this game would increase dramatically.

After all, against an unbeatable enemy, they would have an escape route.

Meanwhile, Perry Yates had left in such a hurry not only to deliberately show off her strength to the other players, but also because she had sensed Una Lynch’s call and was rushing to her.

It was the same beach as yesterday. A little boy sat all alone on a bench not far away, clutching a worn-looking backpack.

"Why isn’t she here yet?"

Una Lynch slapped her arm, leaving a crushed mosquito in her palm.

Perry Yates appeared at that exact moment.

Upon seeing Perry Yates, Una Lynch didn’t recognize her at first. Only after hearing Perry’s voice did she confirm it was the person she was looking for.

"You... why do you look different?"

Even though it was dim, Una Lynch had sharp eyes and quickly spotted how different Perry Yates looked from yesterday.

"Just a little disguise," Perry Yates said nonchalantly.

Fortunately, Una Lynch didn’t press the issue. She knew that even if she asked, she wouldn’t get an answer, and she might even cause offense. She certainly didn’t want to lose this big customer.

"Here are the cards I collected today," Una Lynch said, pulling them from her backpack as if showing off. "You can count them—two hundred in total."

Two hundred cards. At ten a piece, that was more than two thousand.

Perry Yates took the cards, gave them a cursory glance, and asked, "Why are they all White Cards? You didn’t see any others?"

"Other cards? Oh, yeah. But nobody trades for those. And it seems like there are other people besides you buying up cards, but they have requirements. They only want cards with stars on them, and the more stars, the more expensive they are.

Nobody wants these White Cards, on the other hand."

As she said this, a flicker of nervousness entered Una Lynch’s tone, so subtle that even Perry Yates didn’t notice.

Because White Cards were cheap, and in an effort to make a little more money, Una Lynch had traded all the star cards she found for White Cards.

Perry Yates’s set price was ten a piece for any card. Since a single one-star card could be exchanged for ten White Cards, what would have been worth ten was now worth a hundred. For Una Lynch, this was a fantastic deal.

Perry Yates was unaware of this, and even if she had known, she probably wouldn’t have cared much.

After all, she always valued quantity over quality. Unless Una Lynch had traded away a five-star card, she might have felt a twinge of concern, but that was it.

Still, she wasn’t completely indifferent to Una Lynch’s words. Her concern wasn’t about the cards—barring any surprises, she was confident they would all flow into her hands eventually.

What concerned her was the fact that she wasn’t the only one who knew the children here had a large number of cards.

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