The Apocalyptic Queen Back From Hell - Chapter 93: Golden Rank

****WARNING: R18****Nina was a normal high school student in Golden Oak School of the Elites. She belongs to the Bronze Class, where the students with the lowest ranks are.Golden Oak is known to be the school of the rich and famous. However, the Bronze Class is where the students who got admitted because of sponsorships or scholarships.Her family owns a small ramen shop near Northbay City Mall. Cross Realty Corporation was trying to buy all the land around the mall. They got almost everything except Nina's family business.Andrew Cross was the CEO of a shipping company as well as the next successor of Cross Realty. His father asked him to persuade Nina's family to sell the shop as part of his training as the heir. He belongs to the Platinum Class of Golden Oak College.When Andrew visited the ramen shop, Nina begged him to save her and her sisters from some gangsters who were asking his father to pay off his debt.“How much is it? I'll pay for it.” He said.“Ten million dollars or we'll get these girls and sell them to the underground cartel.” One of the men answered.“Please help us. Please save my sisters.” Nina begged.It wasn't the first time they met, she's friends with some rich kids that he hang out with and met her there. She hated him. But he was the only person who could help them now.Andrew looked at the girl who was begging in front of her. Her face was tilted up looking at his face. Her hazelnut eyes were sparkling from tears. Her red plump lips has a small cut in the lower part and her left cheek was swollen. Did someone hit her? He gritted his teeth but tried to hide his reaction from her.She wasn't like the women he dated. She wasn't classy or sophisticated but there was something in her that mesmerized him.“How do you plan on paying me?” He asked.“I'll do everything you ask. I-I'll give you myself.” She suddenly blurted.She was so innocent. She doesn't even know what was playing in his head when she said that. He brushed his hand to her cheeks and wiped the tears flowing from her face.“Then I'll buy you and your shop for fifteen million dollars. From now on, I own you. You belong to me.” He said with a wide grin on his face.

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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