Bodega Cat (System Apocalypse, Deck Builder, Litrpg)

Janet beeped twice. "You're looking at a registered agent of the transit support authority, one of the few new government or government adjacent corporations that the New York City has seen fit to give a charter to. Because of his ability to buy a plan, they are giving him money to make the area around us a safe space."

A man went from smiling to living like he was about to win big.

"I don't suppose you don't need an advisor, do you? I can definitely help you with that."

Bagel smiles. Humans were great. They always knew when to meddle or try to help someone out for their benefit. Here, he had some expertise that Bagel didn't have and Bagel was sure that the man could see a way for himself to make money off of it. He knew what the next question was that Janet was going to ask. She was going to say something about how he ought to hear this man out and Bagel might want to do that. But maybe it was time for him to just shuffle that Jody off to Janet to take care of.

Humans talked a lot.

One of them has said that they could talk each other's ears off and he'll definitely wanted to keep his ears. Or were ears or his tail to anyone?

"If you can sell investment bonds into our TSA, then you would be doing to the city a favor." Jan displayed something for him, but Bagel didn't turn around to look. Probably the fact sheet about the need to buy a plan and how they had to filter it through the people that had that ability.

He had to keep a couple of credits in reserve, usually several hundred so that he could pay people the cards or outright buy entire decks. But he bought whatever the man had to sell, costing him only about 100 credits. He didn't mind a variety of the trash card but he would never play those himself.

There had to be a way for him to get the word out, though. He found himself slammed daily with people coming in and buying stuff and not that he had to keep using his restock card multiple times a day. He had the volume. The people just need to have credits so that he can buy up more of the block, but what would have been great, would be to add a little ticker somewhere so that people knew how close they were to getting another building on the block?

Next to Slightly around the corner on 44th Street but without having to leave or cross the street, there was a hotel that he was eyeing. It was close enough that it was almost adjacent to the Amish Market next to but behind it. And he was ready to buy it as soon as he could. The Amish market itself was going to be expensive and several buildings around. There were multiple stories into the sky up to 10. It'll be the first time that he got such a large building where there had to be at least a hundred people that already lived in there. That,Market, combined with his construction project totally above Ford in all ways, except for the one that the building planners would complain about, provide a lot of safe space for humans to rest in between their dungeon running.

After all, who would expect the handsomest boy on the block to run dungeons for them? Especially when he had such an important business to run. He felt like a lion of the community just by continually refreshing the amount of chips in the store.

By this time, he no longer expected. Any for supplier should actually show up with them and anyway a lot of time. He only expected the more people to come in more hungry and him having to use the restock power more often.

"I don't know why we came all the way over here. This just brings up old memories there that I'd rather not trudge through."

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"Times Square is still here and so are all the buildings on Broadway. You don't think they're going to update the theaters, right? It's unlikely that they're going to spend all the time to update the artwork, so maybe this is how it's going to look until the situation is handled." Kate clasped her hands.

Ashley was really surprised that about the amount of affection that Kate showed especially out in public. But when you are living a pirate lifestyle with a giant Church of Fire crab mob. As you ride, what did it even matter anymore? Reality had become some sort of absurd video game contests in which they just had to find more and more dungeons. Just because they were going to midtown with a little NYPD supplied phone to find more dungeons didn't mean that they were doing anything out of sorts.

It was only ten blocks away at most. And within that they found dozens of dungeons that were definitely in danger of overflowing and each time she called one in, she winced.

Would it once be the biggest tourist trap in the entire world now? Looks a bit more shabby and as if somebody had decided that the electricity would be better be spent elsewhere. It had been packed every time that she'd been there. Now? There were a lot of people there but they were all lined up to defeat mobs one by one, or to raid dungeons. Almost everyone was at a party of six but most people having a deck out and must show their astonishment, the people working together.

People were actually helping each other out and they could only hope that it wasn't the same way elsewhere. Though many people look hungry or tired, it was a grit.

Across the street, a woman use a flying possum dragon to take down a human-sized mascot. The mob itself was about as Steamboat Willie as a Steamboat Willie could be, black mouse but without the pants.

In one hit, the possum dragon brought it down low and Ashley was beside herself. Wishing that she had actually got one of those. "Woman—have you? Did you see that just happened? That was incredible. That possum dragon just breathed fire."

"System gave... it gave us possum dragons. Come on. Possum dragons?"

Babe, I couldn't argue. They were adorable, and it looked like the single card had three tiny baby possums attached to it. Or maybe baby possum dragons. Perhaps there was a card effect that would let the cards split off baby possums and turn those into their own dragons later. She didn't know.

There were so many things that they didn't know, though humanity was kind of getting it together with the deck builder wiki.

There had to be a way for them to get a better idea of what was going on. Many people in the deck build are with you. The forum advocated for a comprehensive list of all cards, but their survey was incomplete, and the gaps were growing ominously.

No one had figured out what was happening in Nebraska and many parts of Alaska were blank. The sense that the wiki got was that cards didn't spawn or mobs didn't spawn if they weren't humans nearby, though, that felt wrong. With the amount of mobs that spawn all the time in the city, yeah it made sense for them to spawn that much. But what if they were in a town of only 100 people and none of them were deck bearers?

It wasn't a fair answer, and no one was really coming up with them. But as much as he worried about the people back home, she couldn't do much about them. Civilian flights around the country had been downed, downed, though the military was making an effort to start a helicopter service for emergencies only.

"Those mascot cards are so weird. I attempting to each one has a different typing. I wanted to stick around and like to see if the same type spawn at the same spot. I can make a whole deck out of them. Just poison type mascots or just electric type mascots... Hey are you listening?"

"No, I'm sorry. I was thinking about home."

"Shit, that's rough."

"Rough? Is that all you really have to say?"

"I don't know what to say. We're all in an apocalypse. I mean, things are bad before, but now?" Kate gestured to the universe.

"I know. I know it's not your fault. I just wish that I wish I could visit the surrounding area know. Like my dad never keeps his phone on him and I'm pretty sure that the first thing that would happen would be their power going out."

"Have you tried calling anyone from home? I mean, mean, somebody's got to pick up their phone? Or you can go in the book of faces..."

"Kate, you are such a beautiful, feisty little bitch. I fucking needed to hear that."

Ashley packed her friend on the cheek and, for the first time and what had to be nearly 2 weeks, Ashley pulled out her phone and began scrolling through all the social media feeds that she had been avoiding.