Author_fredah

'Kill monsters, eat meat' 'I mean, Kill monsters, save lives. Got it.' 'Tut, I could've sworn that the first one sounded better.' She wasn't a girl looking for freedom or self-righteous liberation by a hero, or whatever shit a girl who suffered for almost all her life would crave. -the shit of a life she was living was horrible, but it was bearable, and so she got used to it. Rather, instead of freedom, what this little missy wanted was money. Lots and lots of them so she never has to worry about the next day. Money - bountiful enough that when she has to spend, she doesn't need to look back or calculate her assets to see how much she has left. Money - bountiful enough to get all the fried chicken she could ever dream of. Yeah, you heard it, fried chicken. For those who did not have money to spare leisurely, getting fried chicken was like a pipe dream to them and she had been one of those unfortunate souls. A comfortable roof above her head and no worries as to when she would get ordered around to steal. No worries about when she would get her next meal-- That was her liberation. And she got it. Just that, she got it most absurdly. Awakened! Those were the people ruling the world, alongside beastly and deadly monsters who threatened the safety of average human beings. And those awakened call the shots. Alice never dreamed she would one day be awakened, and compared to others with their game-like system displaying their attributes and strength; she had a full-grown man whom only she could hear, watching her back at every turn and telling her what to do. He was kinda a pain in the ass but she couldn't complain. It was this gift he had bestowed on her that made her the most powerful Awakened there was with stats that even S-class awakeneds couldn't compare to. She was the boss, now. Mwa-hahahahaha. But life didn't go as easy and leisurely as she planned. With great power comes great responsibility, right? Well, in her case with great power comes great hunger. She couldn't go a moment without getting hungry and her stomach had become a bottomless pit. And to get food, she needed money, and to get money, she had to hunt monsters. The monsters plagued humanity, causing catastrophes and taking lives mercilessly. Those monsters, as scary as they may be, were her target and she had to face them head-on. The bigger the monsters the more money she would gain. Yeah, that was the plan, but... This guy acting as her system seemed to have other plans, putting her at the forefront of 'justice' and having her clean the mess he somewhat created. 'Ugh, I can already sense a shadow of foreboding. Someone, please tell me I'm not acting the main character role. I just want to eat, okay?'

"Great Seer, will my business prosper next month?" "Great Seer, will my wife finally give me a son by the end of the year?" "Great Seer, will I become rich?" April smiled at the anxious crowd gathered before her. Then she took a sip of tea and delivered the same answer she'd given all week. "You don't have to worry about the future." Relief spread across their faces, but April smiled wider as she continued. "Because you're all going to die." Silence. "...What?" "The apocalypse is coming," she continued lazily. "Most of you won't make it through the first week." Naturally, nobody believed her, except her loyal customers. And then, the worst of her predications began to come true. The stock market crash. The plane accident. The sudden outbreak overseas. One prediction after another. And with every fulfilled prophecy, another desperate client came knocking on her door. Because, unlike everyone else, April already knew how the world would end. After all, she'd died in it. In her previous life, she gave away everything—her food, her strength, her loyalty. In return, the people she trusted tied her to a pole and left her as zombie bait. April died on a nameless street with teeth in her throat and betrayal in her heart. But death wasn't the end. She woke up ten years in the past with a Fortune-Telling System and only two months before the apocalypse began. This time, she has foreknowledge, a system, and absolutely no intention of being anyone's sacrifice. The world wants to end? Fine. While everyone else panics, April will be making billions, hoarding supplies, and turning the richest people alive into her customers. And when civilization finally collapses, she'll be exactly where she belongs— Safe at home, watching the end of the world from her window with a bag of chips in hand.