Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 593: Funnel

Clyde charged forward and refused to give them even a breath to recover.

"RAAAAHHHH!!!"

The axe-wielding man roared and forced himself upright despite the pain, terror and pride twisting his face.

He raised his axe again, pouring everything he had into it-magic power and strength alike. The ground cracked under his feet as he swung with desperation, the blade howling through the air.

Clyde met him without hesitation.

Steel and bone collided as the Demonic Sword came free in Clyde’s hand, its pale surface humming with a hungry vibration. Sparks exploded as the axe slammed against the blade. For a brief moment, the two were locked together.

The man screamed and pushed harder.

But then, Clyde’s Demonic Sword answered.

A sharp, piercing screech rang out as the axe shattered. Not bent or cracked. It was severed cleanly, the metal splitting apart like rotten wood. Fragments spun through the air.

The man’s eyes widened. All the fight drained out of his face, replaced by pure, primal fear.

"No—!"

Clyde stepped in.

The Demonic Sword flashed, and the man’s head left his shoulders before the scream finished. Blood erupted as the body collapsed.

At the same time, Mina kept advancing on the caster after killing his stealthy friend.

The caster stumbled backward, fear written across his face as he watched his companions die in seconds. His hands shook as he tried to form another spell.

"H-help! Help me!" he shouted desperately. "Get back here!"

The two men who had spread wide earlier finally reacted. They turned and ran toward him with panic driving their movements as they realized just how badly they had misjudged their prey.

But Mina was already there.

Her new armor responded instantly, her body moving faster than the man’s thought.

She slipped past the caster’s clumsy fire spell, heat licking her shoulder without touching her.

Her daggers became silver arcs that flashing in rapid succession.

One blade pierced the caster’s throat. The other blade slid into his heart.

He froze with eyes bulging, before Mina twisted and pulled free. Blood poured out as he collapsed at her feet.

The two remaining men stopped dead.

Their confidence shattered completely. Their faces went pale as they finally understood the truth.

They had not found easy prey. They had found death so they turned and ran.

Clyde and Mina moved at the same time.

Clyde sprinted forward, his steps crushing broken concrete. Mina dashed ahead.

The distance vanished instantly.

One man barely managed a scream before Clyde caught him. A single strike crushed his spine, dropping him lifeless to the ground.

The last man tried to activate a movement skill but Mina was already behind him. Her dagger slipped cleanly between his ribs. She twisted the dagger and he collapsed without another sound.

Silence fell over the shattered boulevard after that. Six bodies lay scattered across the broken street.

Clyde didn’t even slow his breathing.

"Move again. Come on," he said immediately.

Mina nodded, already scanning their surroundings.

Clyde could feel the tightening pull felt stronger than before. More presences locking onto his location.

They didn’t rest. They ran again. They moved through the city like shadows slipping between collapsing ribs of concrete and steel.

Clyde led without hesitation, choosing routes that cut through ruined alleys, fractured overpasses, and buried underground access points.

His movements were precise and economical, never wasting speed, as always. Mina followed close behind with lighter steps now. The armor molded to her motion as if it had always belonged to her body.

Behind them, the city was in more chaotic conditions.

More portals ruptured the skyline. They collapsed after disgorging their horrors of monsters. Some stabilized and became permanent wounds in the air.

Monsters spilled out and clashed with players who had no choice but to fight or die. The battles fed the convergence of them to Clyde’s location, and he knew it. Every kill sharpened the invisible threads pulling them inward to him.

Clyde felt it tightening.

Groups changed direction. Lone hunters abandoned safer routes and moved toward danger. Squads that had never met synchronized their advance instinctively.

They didn’t realize it at first, but the Apex Mark drew them all.

Sean and Connor cut through a collapsed industrial district, leaving trails of bodies behind them. They were relentless, forcing monsters and players alike to scatter or be killed.

With every kill, their momentum increased, their path bending more directly toward Clyde.

The group of four also pushed through a residential zone turned into a graveyard of monsters and humans. Buildings leaned in almost broken conditions. Streets were buried beneath bone and gore.

Their coordination sharpened as resistance thickened. They fought without pause or rest, driven forward by the pull.

Ray also moved but he was faster than all of them.

He crossed rooftops and shattered bridges in long, effortless leaps. Monsters that crossed his path were cut down in passing, their blood feeding the Demonic Sword embedded in his grip and his EXP bar, raising his levels.

His injuries faded with every kill so his grin never left his face. The pull was overwhelming now, guiding him like a leash wrapped around his spine.

Clyde felt their presence. It pressed against his senses. One particular presence did not feel human. It felt like thick bloodlust.

He adjusted his path instantly.

Mina followed him without question. They descended into a collapsed transit tunnel, cut through it at full speed, and emerged on the other side into a district already half-devoured by a massive creature.

Clyde did not slow. He used the monster’s destruction as cover, sprinting through falling debris and smoke while its attention stayed elsewhere.

Behind them, hunters collided with monsters. Some died, but the others managed to survive and grew stronger and kept chasing him.

The convergence did not stop.

Clyde climbed a shattered tower and crossed its broken upper floors instead of taking the streets.

From above, he saw his hunters moving toward him like a tide. Fires marked battlefields. Portals pulsed above and around them.

He jumped.

The landing cracked pavement. Mina landed beside him without stumbling.

They ran again.

By now, blood stained both of them from those they passed through and those they cut down without stopping. Their levels also rose steadily.

Clyde slowed for the first time since the hunt began. Ahead of them stood a tall office building that had somehow survived the city’s collapse. It has thirty floors of reinforced concrete and steel rose above the ruined streets.

Clyde felt the flow of pursuit narrowed here. This vertical space will limit movement, at least for some time. The building would not survive prolonged combat against high-level skills thrown at him, but it did not need to. It only needed to hold long enough to thin the hunters.

He raised the Demonic Sword and pointed at it.

"We will fight them in this building. Come on. We must get into the top floor."

Mina followed his gaze. "Okay."

They ran there. The entrance was half-buried under rubble, but the interior was intact. The elevator doors stood open and lifeless, cables hanging slack inside the shafts.

Clyde turned toward the emergency stairwell, kicked the door open, and took the steps two at a time. Mina stayed right behind him.

Their footfalls echoed upward through the dead silence of the building.

Minutes passed. Floor after floor blurred together. Their breathing stayed controlled. Their legs never faltered.

At last, they reached the thirtieth floor.

The stairwell opened into a wide, empty office space. Desks lay overturned. Glass walls were shattered. The wind howled through broken windows, carrying distant screams and roars from the city below.

Clyde stopped near the stairwell entrance.

He could hear them. Heavy footsteps and the guttural roars of monsters trailing behind his hunters. The sound of ambition and bloodlust closing in.

Clyde took position at the side of the stairwell door. Mina mirrored him on the opposite wall.

The first group reached the floor.

They burst out of the stairwell into their location in a rush of momentum, weapons raised. Their eyes were wild with hunger. They barely had time to register the space.

Clyde moved first.

The Demonic Sword cut through the lead man in a single slash, cleaving his armor and flesh.

Mina flowed in immediately after, her blades flashing upward and then across. Blood sprayed against the walls. Bodies collapsed in a heap, blocking the stairwell.

The second group charged over the corpses. They lasted seconds and experienced the same death. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Clyde crushed their shields, split their weapons, and severed their limbs. Mina slipped between attacks, her daggers finding throats, limbs, and hearts. The narrow stairwell turned into a funnel of death, denying the numbers of the hunters their advantage.

More and more of them came. Each group climbed faster than the last, driven by desperation and the pull they could no longer resist. None of them reached the open floor alive.

Blood soaked the steps. Bodies piled high. The air grew thick with blood.

Clyde’s and Mina’s movements never slowed.

Then the building started to shudder with impacts as destructive skills detonated far below. The structure groaned but held for now.

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