These bunch of people would always exist, and embarrassingly, he had even been a part of them in his past life.
However, [Apocalypse] wasn't just a ploy to get anyone to sell their soul, it was the chance given to them by the universe to change the terrible fate coming for them.
But then, he knew how pointless it would be to argue with the preacher, as he would simply be turned into the villain.
"In times like this!" the bald man continued his preaching. "We must return to the true path—the path of the savior! We should be following the words of god… not wasting our souls on some useless game that steals our souls!"
He pointed directly at the air as though the heavens themselves were watching.
"Stop playing the game! Before it's too late!"
That was the final straw for someone watching among the crowd.
A teenage boy—probably no older than sixteen—scoffed loudly, stepping forward with his arms folded.
