The cabin fell into a tense silence.
Witnessing the apocalyptic devastation with their own eyes left everyone stunned. The destructive power of nature was truly terrifying.
Only Fenric, with his unwavering resolve, remained calm and composed.
A few hours later.
The plane landed at Los Angeles Airport under the cover of night.
Through the windows, the chaos of Los Angeles Airport was evident—
Too many people!
The eruption of the Yellowstone supervolcano, one of the largest in the world, had confirmed that the end of the world was no mere rumor.
Even if this wasn't the apocalypse, the aftermath of Yellowstone's eruption would soon render the entire United States a barren wasteland.
Volcanic ash would rise high into the atmosphere, carried across continents by air currents. The dense ash clouds would block sunlight for weeks, perhaps months, halting photosynthesis and causing plant life to wither.
This was common sense.
Those with foresight were already scrambling to escape the country, which had turned Los Angeles Airport into an overcrowded frenzy.
The rich man's face turned grim as he gazed out at the sea of people at L.A. Airport.
But what worried him most was whether the "robbers" on his plane would actually let his family go.
"Sir, we've arrived at Los Angeles Airport. You… you said you'd let us go, right?" he asked cautiously.
"Of course," Fenric replied with a smile. "I always keep my word."
"Thank God…" the rich woman whispered.
Hearing her voice, the rich man shot her a sharp glare, worried she might provoke Fenric's temper.
Fenric, however, didn't care about their petty thoughts. He gestured toward the food and drinks onboard.
"Mr. Rich, I'll be taking all the food and beverages from your plane. I trust you don't mind?"
"Oh! No problem at all. Take as much as you want!" the rich man said quickly.
"Thanks for your cooperation."
With a nod, Fenric turned to Belle.
"Belle, pack everything up."
Belle moved without hesitation, raiding the supplies on the private jet.
Everything stored here was first-class: filet mignon, Lafite wine, Almas caviar, and even Salve mineral water—where each small bottle cost hundreds of dollars.
The rich man and his family looked on in shock as Belle seemed to sweep everything into thin air, without even carrying a bag.
Where… where did all the food go?
"Wow, that's amazing!" one of the rich man's sons blurted out.
"Jamie, be quiet!" the rich man snapped. He wasn't foolish enough to think this was mere "magic." These two were clearly not ordinary people.
Fenric ignored their astonishment.
"Goodbye, everyone," he said casually.
Then, without another word, Fenric and Belle left the plane.
Only after the "robbers" had vanished did the rich family finally breathe in relief.
"Sir, should we… call the police?" a bodyguard asked cautiously.
"Call the police? No!" the rich man barked. "They won't live long anyway. We stick to our plan and head to Homing Valley in China quickly!"
He immediately began giving orders for everyone to pack up. Meanwhile, he quietly slipped into the lounge and retrieved three hidden tickets—tickets that were far from ordinary.
These were Ark entry passes—purchased for a staggering one billion euros, prepared exclusively for him and his two sons.
As for the others onboard?
Too bad.
"Shura, where are we going now?" Belle asked curiously.
Fenric glanced around and spotted a supermarket inside the airport.
"Belle, go gather some supplies. Focus on food and water. I'll wait for you here."
"Understood," Belle replied, leaving without hesitation. She knew Fenric would never abandon her.
Fenric stayed behind, not just to keep an eye on the rich man's family, but because they were key players in the plot.
He also knew the protagonist—the son of luck—would arrive soon. It would be foolish not to use this plot to his advantage.
Why go to Tibet alone when the path of fate is right here?
Before long, Belle returned, her arms empty but her storage bag full.
Seeing Fenric waiting where she'd left him, her face lit up.
"Shura!" she called with a smile.
Fenric's expression softened.
"Is everything packed?"
"Yeah!" Belle nodded.
"Good. Follow me."
Fenric led Belle toward the last plane parked on the runway.
This particular plane hadn't taken off yet due to mechanical issues, which had now been resolved.
Climbing aboard, Fenric found a seat.
The aircraft was a cargo plane, its cabin filled with luxury cars and expensive goods.
"Belle, sit down and rest," Fenric said.
Belle glanced around, then asked curiously, "Shura, aren't we going to take off?"
"Can you fly a plane?" Fenric asked with a smirk.
Belle's face flushed. "…No!"
She had assumed Shura could do everything.
"Neither can I," Fenric replied seriously.
Belle was stunned. She wanted to ask why they'd boarded a plane if neither of them could pilot it, but didn't dare.
"Don't worry. The pilot will arrive soon," Fenric said, reading her thoughts.
Belle tilted her head in confusion but chose not to question him further.
A short while later, the cabin door opened.
The rich man walked in with several people in tow.
Just as Fenric had anticipated, the protagonist—the true son of luck—was among them.
"Hello, Mr. Rich. We meet again," Fenric greeted with a calm smile.
The rich man's expression stiffened. His face went pale upon seeing Fenric and Belle again.
What kind of cursed luck is this? How do we keep running into them?!
"Sir… what a coincidence. We didn't know this plane was yours. We'll, uh… just get off now," the rich man said awkwardly.
"Get off? It's too late for that," Fenric said flatly. "The disaster will reach here soon. There are no other planes left at this airport. You should have your pilots get this one airborne."
Belle watched this exchange with wide eyes.
At this moment, Shura seemed less like a man and more like a prophet who could see the future.