Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 200: Nancy POV - Leaderboard

The Beast Lord lurked deep within a massive dungeon, but before the players could reach it, they had to fight through its army.

Wave after wave of monsters came at them—feral creatures, each one deadly.

Claws slashed, fangs tore, and the battlefield reeked of blood and burned flesh.

Lightning-horned deer charged, blasting arcs of energy.

Shadow wolves darted through the chaos, ripping players apart before vanishing.

Stone-clad boars crashed into formations, sending fighters flying.

The losses piled up. Both factions suffered.

But finally, they reached the boss's room.

The Beast Lord stood before them.

A massive deer, its antlers glowing with raw energy, deadly beams sparking at their tips.

Its eyes burned red, filled with malice.

Then it vanished.

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A flash of light—and it reappeared behind them, slaughtering a dozen players in an instant.

Its roar shook the air, a deafening blast that sent waves of dizziness crashing through the players. Warriors staggered, some collapsed—easy prey.

The battle was chaos.

For hours, the two faction leaders, Ethan and Darrel, fought the beast.

Every time they landed a hit, it teleported away.

Every time they gained ground, it blasted them back with its energy beams.

But slowly, through sheer persistence and strategy, they wore it down.

And finally—

With one last combined strike, they brought the Beast Lord down.

It let out a final earth-shaking roar before its massive body collapsed.

Silence.

Then—a flood of golden light.

Everyone leveled up.

The two greatest contributors, Ethan and Darrel, gained unique items.

But the victory was bitter.

Each faction had lost too many players.

Ethan and Darrel stood in the aftermath, surveying the damage.

They had won—but at what cost?

If it were up to them, they wouldn't have bothered hunting down the Beast Lord.

It wasn't even a requirement to clear the tutorial quest.

But it had become a nuisance—too dangerous to ignore.

So the two rival factions formed a temporary alliance to take it down.

And now that it was dead…

The payoff wasn't worth it.

Out of 900 players had entered the dungeon, only 370 made it out alive.

The leaders, Ethan and Darrel, weren't mourning the losses.

No...they were calculating.

They weren't looking at the dead—only the ones who survived.

Who had more?Who had gained the most power?

That was all they cared about.

As the players stepped out of the dungeon, the air grew tense.

The temporary alliance was over.

And now?

The two factions stood at the brink of war.

Weapons were drawn.

Tension crackled like static in the air.

A single wrong move, a single twitch—and blood would be spilled.

But just as the battle was about to erupt—

A notification appeared.

[MAJOR QUEST]

A unique monster has spawned.

Once human, it now seeks to take the place of the fallen Beast Lord. If left unchecked, it will grow in strength and become an even greater threat.

Objective: Hunt it down before it claims its throne.

Reward:

- DOUBLE the tutorial points you currently possess.

- A unique skill.

[The target's location has been marked on your map.]

[Goodluck]

The moment the notification appeared, everyone froze.

For a split second, there was no fighting, no tension—just stunned silence.

And then—chaos.

Players whispered, muttered, and shouted over one another. Eyes widened, hands clenched, and minds raced.

Double their points?

That was tempting. Too tempting.

But Ethan and Darrel—they weren't celebrating.

No.

They stood still, their faces unreadable. Calculating. Weighing the risk.

Because they knew what this meant.

Another Beast Lord.

Another brutal fight.

And after the devastating losses from the last battle...

Could they even survive another one?

Would they even have enough people left to fight?

Wouldn't this just wipe them out completely?

Before they could dwell on it further, another notification flashed across the air

[Major Announcement]

[The list of players with the highest tutorial points is now available to view.]

1. Alex Knight - 445,000

2. Dorion Newman - 209,000

3. Derral Cain - 80,500

4. Ethan Hunt - 79,500

…

Alex?

Ethan's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his weapon as he stared at the name glowing on the leaderboard.

The entire battlefield had gone silent.

Everyone who knew Alex—or thought they did—was frozen in disbelief.

"That Alex?" Thompson muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Murmurs spread through the crowd.

Alex Knight.

The guy everyone had forgotten.

The guy everyone had assumed was dead.

And yet—not only was he alive, but he was leading the entire ranking.

How?

Nancy's mind raced. How did Alex manage that?

She had always suspected he was... different. There was something about the way he moved, the way he adapted so quickly to this cruel new world.

But this?

445,000 points.

That wasn't just impressive—it was terrifying.

And he had done it alone.

Unlike everyone else, Alex hadn't joined any faction. No allies, no protection, no backup.

Just himself.

Nancy's stomach twisted.

And then her eyes moved to the second name on the list.

Dorion Newman—209,000 points.

Who was that?

Nancy had thought Ethan and Darrel were the undisputed top two.

Clearly, they had all been wrong.

They were two hidden powers.

Two unknown players.

Ethan stood frozen, his eyes locked onto the leaderboard. His jaw clenched. His fingers twitched.

This wasn't just some random name at the top.

It was Alex.

The same nobody he used to push around.

The guy he had bullied. Humiliated.

And now—Alex Knight was miles ahead of him.

Unacceptable.

Ethan's expression darkened.

His fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.

To make things worse—He had been beaten by Darrel too.

And that wasn't all.

Dorion Newman.

Who the hell was that? Another unknown? Someone neither he nor Darrel had accounted for?

Ethan clicked his teeth in frustration.

The temptation to act was unbearable.

The double tutorial points.

If he could claim them, he wouldn't reach number one, but he'd at least crush Darrel beneath him.

That alone was worth it.

He gritted his teeth and made his decision.

Without hesitation, he jerked his head forward, signaling the group.

"Move out."

No concern for their exhaustion. No regard for their wounds.

They were all running on fumes—battered, bloodied, and barely standing after the Beast Lord fight.

But Ethan didn't care.

His pride was on the line.

And he was willing to push everyone past their limits to take what he wanted.