Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 434: An Idea

The wind howled through the broken wastelands, dry and hollow, like the breath of a dead god exhaled across a silent, shattered land.

Clyde walked alone through the bones of the ruined world, his sword dripping with the ichor of the last monster he had killed. Its body barely recognizable now after he cut it countless times. The monster twitched in its final death behind him.

He moved calmly while his eyes scanning the horizon not for enemies – these monsters were not in his level now – but for the next Exp source.

Ash blew around his boots and black clouds hung motionless overhead around the huge crack in the sky.

There was no sun here. Only endless dusk and the occasional shriek of something vile in the distance.

Clyde paid it no mind for now. Later he will go there and meee them.

He was unaware of what had just risen from the Underworld realm. Oblivious to the shudder that passed through existence when Hades broke his ancient oath.

Far across the world, Asqa also moved in her own area, distant and focused on her own battle. They rarely crossed paths unless necessary while farming for exp. That was their rule, mutual solitude and mutual efficiency. So that they won’t bother each other.

Then the metallic tablet on Clyde’s hip suddenly vibrated.

He stopped and pulling the device from its slot. Its screen glowed a soft blue and he channeling his magic power into the tablet.

A moment later, a familiar voice echoed directly into his mind.

"Clyde. What’s the update on your infiltration of the World Master Bureau?"

He didn’t hesitate and immediately said, "Going smoothly. I already got what I wanted and your leader don’t seem to want any trouble with me."

Clyde could almost hear a sigh of relieve in Agatha’s voice.

"Good. I thought when you face Director Morvius you will have a hard time. Fortunately the World Masters were not present at that time."

"Yeah. Fortunately." Clyde smirked. Even if the World Master present at that time, what exactly are they going to do?

Clyde’s then gaze drifted up toward the horizon, where crumbling towers leaned against one another like the corpses of old giants.

"How about you? You got another news?"

"Im just holding position now. But... something’s changed."

"What?"

"Director Morvious tells us, World Masters, to halt the Selection Stage for now and focusing on capturing you and Asqa. But after what you’ve done I don’t know what Morvious will do anymore."

Clyde narrowed his eyes, then nodded once to himself.

"Just do what you ordered to do and report it to me. That way I can think of a way to make a plan."

"Alright. That’s it for now."

The connection cut with a faint pulse of heat in his temple. The tablet dimmed in his hand.

Without another word, he turned and walked deeper into the ruins, the silence around him broken only by the quiet crunch of ash beneath his boots.

Then he saw them.

A horde of twisted figures emerged from the distant fog.

Its clear that they were once-humanoid, now they mutated into grotesque, demonic forms.

Their skin stretched and torn, bones jutting from limbs in unnatural angles, eyes glowing with violent light. They hissed and shrieked and when they sensing him, they immediately charging across the ruined road like starving beasts.

Clyde didn’t hesitate.

He broke into a dash with Elderglass sword already in hand, the blade shimmering with magical power. With each step the air around him split with pressure and in the blink of an eye, he was among them.

The first creature lunged and he slash it cleanly in mid-air.

The second, a horned brute with three arms, had its torso severed in a single upward arc.

The others came in waves but Clyde moved quickly and effortlessly killing them. His expression remained neutral. The Elderglass blade flickered like lightning, and monsters fell one after another, their cries fading into the dust.

But Clyde wasn’t even focused on them. His thoughts wandered as his sword danced.

This is too easy for him to be focusing his mind on them.

As bodies piled around hi he reflected on the inevitable. After what happened, that clash against Archangel Gabriel and Hades, Clyde was sure that the higher realms know about him now. All the higher realms do.

They must be moving around, plotting, and preparing something larger. Something meant to kill him for good.

"Oh, well. I will just let them do what they want."

Because Clyde wasn’t blind about what they will do. He had watchers of his own planted where it mattered most.

Archangel Michael will secretly reported to him. Asmodeus, the Demon King, too cunning to pledge loyalty openly to him direcly but feeding him pieces nonetheless. And then there was Sonya in Hermes’s domain.

Clyde stepped over a twitching corpse and flicked the black blood from his blade. The next wave approached while screeching and flailing, and he tore through them with ease, still half-lost in thought.

"Whatever they plan, I’ll see it before it even begins."

He jumped and decapitating a winged monster in a single spin. The ruined building around him trembled slightly under the pressure of his strikes.

"And when they come I’ll be ready."

The final creature in that horde finally fell, sliced in two from skull to spine. The battlefield fell quiet again, littered with twitching remains and the smell of burning ichor. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Clyde slid his sword back into its sheath and continued forward, eyes fixed on the endless ruin ahead.

As long as he keep on leveling up his body will be able to receive more of the Ancient One’s power. With that power he wiill be able to keep the equal ground with the higher realm.

However, he can not ignore the fact that there’s so many of those higher beings and if they coming at him and Asqa at once, the two of them will be having hard time.

"Maybe I should just strike them one by one now."

Clyde nodded to himself as if confirming that idea.

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