Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 218: Ruins of Blood
The moment Alex swapped places with his clone, reality twisted—his vision blurred for a split second before snapping into focus.
He now stood in the middle of a ruined fortress, deep within the crimson wasteland.
The air here was thick and heavy with the stench of blood and decay.
Cracked stone walls loomed around him, their surfaces marred with dark stains and deep claw marks.
Some structures had completely crumbled, while others stood as eerie reminders of past battles.
It was clear—this place had seen countless wars.
Then, Alex's gaze sharpened.
His clone had entered the beast lord zone and had appeared here.
Then, a prompt appeared before him, stating that he may not leave until the Beast Lord has fallen.
Hearing that, Alex's lips curled into a grin.
Many players would have been shaking in their boots on getting that notice, but for him, there was no reason to, as he was the hunter, not the prey.
Without wasting a second, he activated [Omniview].
A golden glow flickered in his irises as the entire fortress lit up in his vision, its layout unfolding in crisp detail.
Every hallway, every broken tower, every lurking shadow—nothing could hide from him now.
Towering broken pillars stretched toward the dark sky, their jagged edges crumbling with age.
Shattered archways framed the ruins like the ribs of a long-dead beast, while deep trenches carved through the ground, remnants of past battles.
Shattered archways framed the ruins like the ribs of a long-dead beast, while deep trenches carved through the ground, remnants of past battles.
Alex's sharp gaze swept over the battlefield.
He wasn't alone.
From his elevated view, he could already see the threats moving in. Fast.
A grin tugged at his lips.
His muscles tensed, thrumming with raw power.
His heart pounded—not with fear, but with cold excitement.
His fingers twitched.
With a flick of his wrist, he scattered several exploding disks into the air, each one spinning like a razor-sharp coin before latching onto the bodies of the incoming enemies.
The plates glowed faintly, waiting for the right moment.
Then...
A low growl rumbled from the darkness.
The air grew heavy.
The first wave had arrived.
Emerging from the shadows, twisted, hyena-like creatures with matted fur and glowing red eyes slinked forward.
Dozens of them.
Their jagged weapons scraped against the stone floor as they surrounded him, their snarling grins revealing rows of yellowed, blood-stained teeth.
Alex rolled his shoulders.
Then a sharp ding echoed in Alex's ears as a notification appeared.
[Blood Bound Gnoll - Rank A (G)]
His eyes flicked over the snarling beasts.
Their wild, glowing eyes locked onto him, filled with hunger and malice.
These weren't just any gnolls.
They were bigger—7 to 9 feet tall, their hyena-like snouts twisted into feral grins, razor-sharp fangs glistening with saliva.
Their matted fur was crusted with dried blood and grime, clumped together in patches like war trophies. Under the eerie crimson sky, the glowing tribal war paint smeared across their bodies pulsed faintly, as if alive.
And their weapons?
Crude. Brutal. Massive.
Giant cleavers and serrated axes, engraved with pulsing runes that crackled with dark aura, radiating an ominous energy.
Alex barely had time to admire the craftsmanship before—
A particularly massive gnoll threw its head back and howled.
The sound tore through the ruins like a battle horn.
Then—
They charged.
Alex didn't flinch.
He simply raised his hands and snapped his fingers.
The exploding disks detonating in perfect sequence.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Shockwaves rippled through the battlefield as fire and force tore through the first wave.
Limbs flew.
Bones shattered.
Flesh burned.
The air filled with deafening screams and the sickening scent of charred fur and blood.
But it wasn't over.
More gnolls surged forward.
Snarling. Howling. Eyes burning with rage and madness.
Alex exhaled sharply and raised his hand using his improved telekinetic ability:
[Godhand]
A nearby boulder lurched into the air, as if yanked by an unseen force.
It hovered for a moment—then cracked.
Shattering into a hundred razor-sharp shards.
Alex thrust his hand forward.
The air trembled.
And then—
Stone bullets rained down.
Not just a few. Dozens. Hundreds.
Each razor-sharp shard, propelled by sheer force, cut through the gnolls like hot knives through butter.
They didn't even have time to react.
Skulls cracked open.
Throats split.
Chests burst apart.
The battlefield was drowned in the sickening symphony of gurgled screams and dying howls.
And then—
Ding!
[You have leveled up!]
Ding!
[You have leveled up!]
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The notifications flooded his vision, each chime stacking over the last.
Alex grinned.
His level had just jumped six times, pushing him past Level 50.
Absurd. But not surprising.
He was still technically a D-rank, even though his stats said otherwise. And he had just wiped out an entire wave of A-rank monsters in seconds.
Ding!
[You have reached Level 50.]
[You are now a C-rank.]
[+10 to all stats]
Ding!
[Error! You cannot increase your strength beyond this point in the tutorial.]
[You have earned the chance to choose an ability from three options.]
Tch!
Alex clicked his tongue.
Since he had already pushed his attributes to 500, any extra points were useless.
What a waste.
But he didn't have time to dwell on it.
A new wave of gnolls charged, their bloodstained weapons raised high, their snarling faces twisted in feral hunger.
Alex exhaled slowly.
Then, in a calm, controlled voice, he muttered—
"Dominus."
WHOOM.
A crushing wave of authority crashed onto the battlefield.
And the gnolls froze mid-charge.
Their eyes, wide with sudden terror, flickered with resistance—then emptied.
Their bodies locked in place, muscles stiff and unresponsive, as if the very concept of movement had been stolen from them.
Then—
Alex moved.
In a flash, he shot forward, Murzok Fangblade gleaming in his grip.
SHING!
By the time the gnolls even registered what had happened—
They were already dead.
Limbs separated from bodies.
Flesh parted like paper.
Lifeblood painted the battlefield.
But there was no time to stop.
More gnolls poured in, an endless flood of fur, fangs, and steel.
Alex didn't falter.
Didn't hesitate.
Didn't stop.
He cut through them like a storm, his blade a blur of silver and crimson.
He wasn't even using a movement skill—he didn't need to.
The number in his agility was monstrous enough, which made his speed unnatural.
To the gnolls, he wasn't a man.
He was a ghost-like reaper.
His eyes flickered, catching even the slightest movement.
A gnoll raises a weapon? Dead.
More tried to flank him? Slaughtered.
Some attempted to fall back? Futile.
Alex reacted to everything, dodging, weaving, and erasing anything that stood in his way.
Many ding of a [Level Up] notification rang in his ears, but he barely paid it any mind.
As a massive presence suddenly filled the battlefield.
It was a towering gnoll, easily 12 feet tall with thick, blackened fur, marred with ritual scars, each one glowing with pulsing blood runes.
Its eyes burned like molten coals, filled with raw malice and hunger.
And in its hands—A colossal bone axe, its jagged edges stained crimson with the blood of its past victims.
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[Watbringer Razorgut, the Executioner - Rank A (R)]
A deep, guttural laugh rumbled from its throat.
Then—
With a roar, it raised its axe high and...
