Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 326: Angry

Chapter 326: Angry

The great halls of Asmodeus’s domain trembled under the weight of his fury.

Shadows danced wildly against the obsidian walls, twisted by the crimson light of the ever-burning hellfire that lined the chamber.

The air itself crackled with his rage, thick with the scent of brimstone and his power.

At the center of the throne room, Asmodeus sat upon his grand seat of black stone and gold, his fingers digging into the armrests.

His expression had twisted into something dark and dangerous.

Before him, kneeling on the blackened marble floor, was one of his generals — Azareth, a battle-scarred Demon with curved horns and armor that bore the marks of countless wars.

Despite his usual confidence the general kept his head lowered, his body tense. He knew better than to meet his master’s gaze when he was like this.

"You mean to tell me," Asmodeus’s voice was deathly quiet, but the power in it made the walls around them tremble, "that the artifact I sealed away is no longer where it should be?"

Azareth swallowed before responding. "Yes, my lord. It has been taken."

A sudden wave of force exploded from Asmodeus, shattering one of the massive pillars beside his throne. The broken stone cracked and crumbled, falling into the abyss below.

"Who?" The single word carried the weight of his wrath.

Azareth hesitated, his mind racing through the report he received.

"We... do not yet know. The Ruin was supposed to be sealed, hidden from the eyes of gods and Demons alike. So we have no idea who it could be, my lord."

Asmodeus stood from his throne with sudden move, his presence feels suffocating for the general.

The flames in the chamber darkened, burning black for a moment before returning to their usual deep red.

"That artifact was not meant to be disturbed," he growled. "It was meant to absorb the power of that world for decades—centuries, even. And now, some fool has taken it from me?!"

Azareth did not dare to answer.

Asmodeus took a slow breath, controlling his anger, but only manage to do it a little. His mind worked quickly. If someone had found the artifact, then it meant two things: There was a force strong enough to bypass his fire in that Ruin, and someone had knowledge of what the artifact truly was and where to find it.

Neither possibility pleased him.

"Find out who took it," he ordered with sharp voice. "Scour the Ruin. Tear apart every last trace of energy. I want to know who dares to steal from me and where they have gone."

Azareth immediately bowed lower. "It will be done, my lord."

The demon general stood and turned to leave, his steps hurried but controlled. He would mobilize Asmodeus’s hunters who were the Demons skilled in tracking through the most treacherous realms. No matter where the thief had gone, they would be found.

Asmodeus exhaled slowly, his fingers flexing as red energy crackled between them.

Whoever had stolen from him had made a grave mistake.

And soon, they would learn exactly what it meant to invoke the wrath of Demon King Asmodeus.

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At the Sivagadh Fortress.

The cafeteria buzzed with the usual morning noise. The clanking plates, low murmurs of conversation, and the occasional burst of laughter from people and fighters relieved to have a moment of peace.

But at the far end of the room, Clyde sat alone at his table, eating in silence.

His presence was a force of its own. Even without speaking and without glaring the air around him felt heavy, like an unseen pressure that made others instinctively avoid him.

The few who dared glance in his direction quickly turned away, pretending they hadn’t noticed him at all.

Then, the atmosphere shifted.

Five figures approached his table, undeterred by the oppressive aura he exuded.

Samuel, with his shoulder-length hair tied back, walked at the front. Beside him was Leyan.

Behind them, three women followed. They were Kei, Haru, and Kiara. The trio had only just returned from their mission and Clyde hadn’t seen them together in a long time.

Kei carried herself with quiet confidence. Haru, had an easygoing smirk that never quite faded. And Kiara with measured steps, her expression calm, but her eyes keenly focused on Clyde.

For a brief moment, Clyde simply watched them, his spoon pausing halfway to his mouth.

Then, without a word, they sat down.

Samuel leaned back, crossing his arms. "You still look like you want to kill someone first thing in the morning."

Leyan let out a quiet sigh. "At this point. You have to know already that it’s just his natural expression."

"Feels like forever since we all sat like this." Haru said. Then she nudged Kei with her elbow. "You’re back in one piece, at least."

Kei rolled her eyes. "Obviously."

Clyde looked at them, then returned to his food. "You all look fine."

Kiara raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. We finished the mission early. Had to deal with extra problems on the way back."

Clyde didn’t respond right away. He just kept eating, but his eyes flickered toward them once more.

Haru leaned forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"So, what’s the other news you got? Samuel and Leyan told me you challenged Council member Vernik. I don’t even know what to think about that."

"There’s nothing to think about," Clyde said flatly. He set his spoon down. "I need to leave."

Samuel frowned. "Leave? Where?"

"I’m still figuring that out."

Leyan narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Clyde looking at them with steady gaze. "I mean I’m going far from here. And I might never come back."

Silence fell over the table.

Haru’s grin vanished. Kei’s fingers tightened around her cup. Even Samuel, usually unfazed, looked taken aback.

"You’re serious," Kiara murmured.

Clyde didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.

The weight of his words settled over them, the reality of his decision sinking in.

Clyde might never come back. Because what will happen will probably make everyone who close to him died. Or suffer fate worst than just death.

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