Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 327: Last Breakfast

Chapter 327: Last Breakfast

Clyde hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice unusually serious.

"I’ve discovered something. Something so dangerous that if you knew about it, I’m not sure what would happen to you."

The silence that followed Clyde’s words was thick with tension. The five of them exchanged glances. They look curious, but also deeply concerned.

Clyde wasn’t the type to show fear. If even he hesitated to speak about what he had discovered, then whatever it was had to be beyond anything they had faced before.

Kiara tilted her head slightly, her expression still flat as always but her sharp eyes flickered with interest.

"I’m curious," she said, her voice as calm and detached as ever. But they all knew better that she was more than just curious.

Clyde exhaled, resting his hands on the table for a moment. "Like I said. It’s really dangerous."

Leyan leaned forward, his fingers laced together. "Does it have something to do with the anomalies we fought back then?"

Clyde’s gaze shifted toward him, and for a brief moment, the weight in his eyes was enough to make Leyan tense. Then, he gave a single nod. "Yes."

The confirmation sent a ripple of unease through the group.

Samuel crossed his arms. "Then that means this isn’t just your problem. We all need to be part of this, right? That thing could be threatening this Fortress as well."

Clyde went quiet. He sighed in contemplation, his thoughts running deeper than he was willing to share. Finally, he sighed again.

"For now, I think it’s better if I handle this alone," he said. "But I don’t know about later... Maybe I’ll need your help."

That was all he would say.

Without another word, he picked up his tray, finishing the last of his meal in a few quiet bites.

Then, he pushing his chair back and he stood. His presence which had always carried a quiet weight, now felt even heavier as if something unseen clung to him.

He looked at them one last time.

"Take care," he said simply, before turning and walking away.

The group remained at the table, watching his retreating figure. The usual sounds of the cafeteria returned around them but none of them spoke.

Haru was the first to break the silence. She let out a breath, leaning back against her chair. "Well... That was ominous."

Kei frowned. "He’s hiding something big. To himself."

Leyan tapped his fingers on the table, deep in thought.

"If he thinks we shouldn’t know, then whatever he found must be something beyond what we’ve dealt with before Maybe... We should listen to his advice to stay away. For now."

"He might say he wants to handle it alone, but eventually... we’ll be pulled into it. I’m sure of it," Kei said.

Samuel let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Of course we will. Something like this will make us fight for our lives eventually."

No matter what he had found, no matter how dangerous it was, they all knew that they will need to fight when Clyde ask for help, or if they really need to protect this Fortress.

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Few monutes later in Hammer’s forge.

The rhythmic clang of metal striking metal echoed through the forge, mixing with the hiss of steam and the low roar of the furnace outside.

Clyde stepped into the secret room, his boots making a dull sound against the reinforced stone floor.

"I heard you’re leaving," Hammer said. He picked up a cloth and wiped the sweat from his forehead, finally turning to face Clyde. His sharp eyes studied him for a moment. "Figured this day would come sooner or later."

Clyde met his gaze, his expression turned a little bit sommber. "Yeah."

Hammer exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms. "Guess I should be telling ya not to do anything stupid, but let’s be real—you’re already doing that until now."

Clyde gave a small smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Hammer glanced over at a workbench nearby. Resting on it was a weapon wrapped in dark cloth. Without another word, he walked over, picked it up, and tossed it to Clyde.

Clyde caught it effortlessly. He unwrapped the cloth, revealing a finely crafted dagger. It was a black steel with veins of faint crimson running through it. The edge gleamed under the forge light.

"I made that for you. Just in case."

Clyde studied the weapon, running his fingers over the hilt. It was perfectly balanced, and he could feel the weight of Hammer’s craftsmanship in every detail.

"Thanks, man."

Hammer waved a hand dismissively. "Don’t mention it. Just don’t go gettin’ yourself killed out there."

Clyde wrapped the dagger back up and secured it at his side.

At that moment, footsteps echoed from the entrance.

Maethion had arrived.

The elf entered with his usual composed stride, adjusting the thin-framed glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose.

He dressed in long, flowing robes of dark blue, embroidered with intricate silver.

His piercing green eyes settled on Clyde immediately.

"You requested a meeting," Maethion said, his tone even, though there was a hint of curiosity behind it. "I assume it’s urgent."

Clyde nodded. "It is."

Then, he got straight to the point.

"I’m leaving the fortress," he said. "I need access to the outer routes."

Maethion didn’t react immediately. He studied Clyde, as if weighing something in his mind.

"You are aware that the High Council we’re still monitoring your movement. Unauthorized departures—"

"I’m not asking for permission," Clyde interrupted. His voice was steady and firm. "I’m telling you what I’m doing."

A tense silence followed.

Hammer let out a low chuckle.

Maethion sighed, adjusting his glasses again. "And your reason?"

Clyde hesitated for only a second before answering.

"I found something. Something connected to the anomalies."

That caught Maethion’s attention. His expression sharpened. "Go on."

Clyde chose his words carefully. "It’s dangerous. And if I stay here, it could put the entire fortress at risk."

The elf’s gaze lingered on Clyde, searching for something in his expression. Finally, he nodded. "I see."

"Tell Vernik that I will not bothering him again," Clyde said then said the last goodbye to them both.

After that, he immediately leaving the forge in quick strides.

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