Welcome, Apocalypse

Chapter 2: Instant Noodles for an SSS-Rank

The black stone sat on the counter between them, absorbing the shop’s warm ambient glow like an ink stain spreading across parchment. A low, resonant hum vibrated through the glass display cases, causing the rows of bottled water and packaged snacks to rattle in their spots.

Arga leaned back, his eyes glued to the dark artifact. “A Warp-Key? I don’t even have basic hardware in my inventory, let alone magical teleportation devices.”

“It’s not magic, it’s spatial synthesis,” Kael corrected, leaning forward with his elbows on the counter, his breath smelling faintly of cheap chili powder from the dry noodles. “That stone is a Core of the Void Archon. It’s a compressed rift engine. Right now, it’s dead—drained of its spatial energy during my fight with the Sector Warden outside.”

“And you think my store can charge it?” Arga asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Your store is a spatial rift, kid,” Kael said, pointing a grease-stained finger at the ceiling interface. “Look at your environmental readings. You’re maintaining an atmospheric bubble, a hard-light kinetic barrier, and a localized temporal lock inside a corrupted zone. The energy running through your register is pure, refined spatial mana.”

Arga glanced up at the hovering blue digital screen. Sure enough, beneath the inventory list, a new sub-menu had flickered into existence:

[External Artifact Detected: Drained Spatial Core] [Compatibility: 98.4%] [Action Required: Refine Core via Store Power Grid] [Cost: 500 Credits + 50% Barrier Energy]

“Five hundred credits?” Arga gasped, pointing at the numbers hovering in the air. “I have seventy credits! Seventy! Even if I wanted to help you, I’m four hundred and thirty credits short!”

Kael’s eyes narrowed, a ruthless glint returning to his gaze. He reached into his pocket and tossed a heavy, leather pouch onto the counter. It landed with a loud, metallic clink.

“There are twenty High-Grade Mana Stones in there,” Kael said smoothly. “The system will convert them at a rate of fifty credits per piece. That’s a thousand credits, manager. More than enough to pay for your service, replenish your inventory, and leave you with a hefty profit.”

Arga stared at the pouch, his mind racing through the calculations. A thousand credits could upgrade the store, unlock new inventory tiers, and perhaps even purchase defensive measures strong enough to survive the upcoming Void-Tide. But the second requirement made his blood run cold.

“It says it takes fifty percent of the barrier’s energy,” Arga said, his voice dropping. “The beasts outside are already beating on the shutters. If I drop the barrier strength by half, those monsters will tear through the steel plates in minutes.”

“They won’t get the chance,” Kael said, his voice dropping into a chilling, calm tone. He gestured to his smoking palm, where the skin was already knitting back together thanks to the store’s passive healing atmosphere. “The moment that Warp-Key is charged, I can activate my Class-SSS mobility skill. I won’t just leave, Arga—I’ll clear a three-mile radius on my way out.”

“And if the key fails?” Arga pressed, stepping closer. “If the store drains its barrier, the key fizzles, and those Abominations flood in here, I’m dead. The system safety lock won’t stop a hundred brainless monsters from crushing me to death under sheer physical weight.”

Kael let out a sharp, amused bark of laughter. “You’ve got a sharp head for risk management, clerk. Fine. A guarantee, then.”

Kael reached down, picked up his disabled pistol from the floor, and ejected a glowing blue cartridge from its handle. He set it gently beside the dark stone.

“That’s an Overcharged Aether Cell,” Kael said. “If the barrier drops and the key takes too long to forge, plug that cell directly into your register’s auxiliary port. It’ll trigger an EMP blast that will vaporize anything within fifty feet of your storefront, including the swarm outside. It’ll drain your shop’s reserve power for an hour, but you’ll stay alive.”

Arga looked at the blue cartridge, then at the pouch of mana stones, and finally at the dark void core pulsing faintly on the counter. Outside, the guttural shrieks of the converging horde grew louder, accompanied by the distinct sound of tearing metal as the outer shutters groaned under immense pressure.

[Warning: Barrier Integrity down to 62%]

Time was running out. The Void-Tide was coming at dawn, the monsters were tearing down the door, and his only ticket to surviving this nightmare was standing right in front of him, chewing on the last bits of raw noodle.

Arga scooped up the pouch of mana stones and poured them directly into the register’s deposit slot. The machine let out a series of high-pitched chimes as the gems melted into pure, liquid light.

[Currency Deposited: 1,000 Credits] [Total Balance: 1,070 Credits]

“Alright, hunter,” Arga said, his fingers flying across the digital interface with renewed confidence. “Let's forge your escape ticket. But if you blow up my shop, I’m charging you a late f*e you can’t afford.”

Kael smirked, resting his hand on the hilt of his sidearm. “Deal, store manager. Start the forge.”

Arga slammed his hand onto the translucent confirmation button.

[Initiating Core Refinement...] [Draining Barrier Power: 50% Allocated]

Instantly, the warm amber light inside the convenience store plunged into a dim, flickering gloom. Outside, the steel shutters let out a violent screech as the kinetic field holding them rigid suddenly dissolved, leaving only thin, mortal metal between the store and the ravenous horrors of the night.