Doomsday Dealer
READING AGE 12+
Client: "Seven days! That's all we have before the world ends! Extreme cold, famine, zombies... Nobody believes me. You claim I'm your client and you'll help? What qualifications do you have? What gives you the right to help me!" "Easy there, friend. I don't ask my clients to judge me by my wins—judge me by my losses instead. Because I don't have any. They call me the Shelter King, the God of Magical Industry, the Doomsday Equipment Mogul, the Supermarket Prince..." "Whatever name you prefer, just follow my lead, and I can—"
Unfold
Marcus endured the throbbing headache as he grabbed his phone. He had set an alarm before sleeping, but checking the time now, less than two hours had passed. Sitting on the bed for a moment, he gradually came to terms with reality.
He then got up and walked toward the living room window, where faint shouting and cursing coul……
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