My SSS-Rank Gluttony Talent: I Can Evolve Limitlessly
Chapter 59: Cancel [Apocalypse]!

Chapter 59: Cancel [Apocalypse]!

Riley chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he turned his gaze back to the system shop tab.

There was no need to buy anything from it—not now.

He already had more than enough healing potions in his inventory, and that Epic-grade item he’d received earlier would carry him for a while longer.

Right now, the only thing he was sorely lacking... was a proper armour set.

But even then, he had no plans of wasting his coins on the overpriced sets offered in the system shop.

They weren’t worth it.

It was far better to continue grinding within the game.

If he pushed hard enough, a Rare-rank armor—or something even stronger—was bound to drop eventually.

Items acquired in the game world were more versatile anyway, and sometimes came with effects that system-bought gear lacked entirely.

Instead, the coins were better used elsewhere... and that was in the real world!

Riley’s smirk widened, and his eyes gleamed.

He shifted his attention to the coin tab, where his balance was disolayed.

[Coins: 1 Gold, 24 Silver, 100 Copper]

’Withdraw hundred copper coins.’ he thought, focusing on the copper coins.

Immediately, a fresh notification flashed across his eyes.

[Would you like to transfer 100 Copper Coins → $100 to your account through the Astral Bank?]

Riley nodded without hesitation.

The screen blinked.

[100 Copper Coins → $100 transferred to account through Astral Bank!]

A soft ding followed almost instantly as his phone buzzed in his hand. An alert banner slid down the screen.

He tapped it open—and grinned.

His bank app loaded up, and there it was in bold green text:

Account Balance: $100.20

Riley’s face lit up, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards.

He sprang to his feet, tossing his blanket off as he did.

"I better find something to eat," he muttered, already stepping toward the door.

His stomach rumbled faintly in agreement.

He hadn’t eaten anything since the previous day, mainly because he didn’t have any money. He had even logged into the game on an empty stomach.

Sure, he felt full of energy now, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want something hot and delicious.

Riley tucked his phone into his pocket, and pushed open the door of his room with a grin still plastered on his face.

The wind brushed softly against his face as he stepped out of the house.

The neighborhood hadn’t changed, and was still filled with the same weathered buildings and dirt littered roads.

Still, everything somehow felt... newer, because it had been years since he last saw this sight.

He adjusted his glasses slightly and kept walking, the hunger in his stomach guiding his steps more than anything else.

The smell of food drifted in from the northern end of the street, teasing his senses with different aromas.

He followed it without hesitation, but before he could get too far, a loud shout echoed from up ahead.

"...danger to our world!"

Riley slowed his steps, then narrowed his eyes.

Up ahead, gathered in a plaza at the far end of the street, was a mass of people holding up signs, banners, and handheld placards.

The crowd kept shouting in anger, and agitation... their voices echoing across the street.

Riley’s brows drew closer as he noticed the signs most of them were carrying.

"DESTROY THE GAME BEFORE IT DESTROYS US!"

"A GOVERNMENT THAT CARES WOULD SHUT APOCALYPSE DOWN!"

"SAVE OUR CHILDREN!"

"WAKE UP! THIS ISN’T A GAME—IT’S A WEAPON!"

The protest was about [Apocalypse], and the message was clear.

He slowly walked closer to the protest, scanning a few faces among them.

A tall, slender bald man stood at the front of the gathering, his presence almost magnetic.

He wore a long brown robe that brushed against his ankles as he moved, and he held a wireless microphone in one hand, his other hand frequently shooting into the air as he delivered his message.

He was standing atop a crate covered with red cloth, but the water he carried himself made it seem like he was on a national stage.

"THE GAME IS A DANGER TO OUR WORLD!" the man roared into the microphone, his voice booming through small speakers beside him. "It is no coincidence that these things are happening now! It is a sign! A warning!"

The crowd responded with cheers and raised fists, some repeating his words with enthusiasm.

Riley, on the other hand, stared blankly.

This was the same man who had led the protest against [Apocalypse] in his past life, claiming it was a game sent by the devil to destroy mankind.

According to him, the world government was in on this, and the game was their way of selling the people’s souls to the devil.

Funny thing was that, in his past life, Riley had fallen for the man’s charisma, buying into the story that the game was really a ploy by the devil and the so-called matrix for them to sell their souls.

That was the same reason he didn’t log into the game until three weeks later, when it was already far too late.

The bald man stomped onto the crate, his grip tightening around the microphone.

"Can’t you all tell from the name alone? ’Apocalypse!’ What kind of game names itself that and puts the player into a deep, unconscious sleep?!"

More shouts followed.

"This isn’t entertainment—it’s blasphemy! It’s the end times disguised as fun!"

Riley exhaled and tilted his head to the side.

Just ahead of him, a middle-aged woman stood holding a cardboard sign above her head. Her grayish hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her lips were pressed into a deep frown.

Her sign read:

"A game that puts children to sleep is clearly harmful and should be CANCELLED!"

Next to her was a man in his early fifties, his tanned face lined with stress. His poster was nearly identical, except his said:

"People with heart problems shouldn’t be delving into a game! Shut Apocalypse down!"

Riley’s eyes twitched.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, then looked away.

’Those who refuse to join the game now... will live to regret it for the rest of their lives.’ he thought.