Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 331: Altering

Chapter 331: Altering

Clyde didn’t know when the last time was that he had checked his System in full detail. It had been a long time, maybe since he first absorbing the power from the Nexus of Creations.

Somewhere along the way, he had stopped caring about the small details like what level he was, what stats had increased, what abilities he had gained.

Because at some point, it had stopped mattering.

Power wasn’t something he needed to measure anymore. He had so much of it that checking his System felt unnecessary, like glancing at a bank account when he already knew he had more than enough to spend.

Strength had become instinct. Magic had become second nature. His abilities functioned without him having to think about them.

But now... something felt different. He felt the quiet shift in it. A subtle pull in the back of his mind.

His System had definitely changed.

He exhaled and sinking deeper into the canopy bed’s soft embrace, and let his thoughts drift inward to focus. Drawing himself into the System’s presence.

A familiar sensation swept over him.

Then, with a silent pulse, the interface flared to life before his eyes.

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<< Character Information >>

[ Name: Clyde Cross ]

[ Race: Human ]

[ Age: 18 ]

[ Level: 200 ]

[ Exp: 0/100,000 ]

[ Title: Limit Breaker (Lv.10), Outer God Killer (Lv.2), Dimensional Wanderer (Lv.10), The Usurper Of Nexus (Lv.10), The Catalyst (Lv.??) ]

[ Private Attributes: Easy-Mode Player, System Glitch (???) ]

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<< Exclusive Skills >>

Inspection (Lv.51/100)

Weapon Mastery (Lv.100/100)

Burning Hand (Lv.100/100)

Toxic Resistance (Passive) (Lv.100/100)

Pure Lightning (Lv.100/100)

Hacking (Lv.21/100)

Flight (Lv.17/100)

Tidebreaker (Lv.35/100)

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<< Player Stats >>

Strength – 12,500

Stamina – 11,800

Agility – 13,200

Magic Power – 15,600

[ Stat Points: 0 ]

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<< Inventory >>

- 10,560,800 Coins (Wealth has grown significantly.)

- Infernal Medallion Of Asmodeus

- Transporter Amulet

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Clyde’s gaze lingered on one of his new Private Attribute. System Glitch. He don’t know when that Private Attribute appeared. Is if long before, or after he got into contact the the Anomalies.

He frowned slightly, fingers tightening against his knee as he sat forward. This Glitch... this was something new. Something unknown.

Clyde narrowed his eyes. He move on to the new Title.

The Catalyst — that was what the voice from the anomaly had called him. It wasn’t a Title he had earned through the System’s usual progression. It had been given to him by something else.

For the first time in a long while, he felt a deep unease creeping up his spine.

He reached out mentally, focusing on the new title and private attribute, trying to access their descriptions.

Nothing. The System refused to display anything.

That had never happened before. Every title, every ability, every fragment of power he had gained always had an explanation. Something tangible and measurable. But this? This was a void.

Something was tinkering with his System.

The System was created by the World Masters — the architects of the Selection Stage, the unseen overseers who ensured the apocalyptic cycle continued. It was meant to streamline the process, to categorize participants, to make it easier for the Celestials, Angels, and Demons to assess potential candidates for their eternal war.

Or at least... that was what Clyde had been told. But what if that wasn’t the full truth?

What if the System hadn’t been created by the World Masters at all? What if they were just users of something far older, something they had merely repurposed?

His thoughts churned as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. If the System was meant to be a controlled tool, then why did it feel like something else had overwritten part of it?

And more importantly... who had the power to do that?

Clyde sighed sharply and rubbing his temple.

If the World Masters weren’t the true creators of the System, then that left only one real possibility. That its the beings hidden within the black realm that had called him. That slitted eyes

The being who also created the anomalies for him to find.

That voice had called him The Catalyst. It had given him a Title without the System’s permission and now the System Glitch was embedded in his status, an unexplainable mark of interference.

It had altered something fundamental, something not even the World Masters had done before.

He had felt that strange voice, images, and sensation clawing at his mind, pressing against the edges of his sanity. Whatever was hidden on the other side of that black realm, it wasn’t bound by the same rules as Celestials, Angels, or Demons. He was sure of that. It was beyond them.

But how was he supposed to confirm that?

He couldn’t risk calling out to that being again. The last time had nearly fractured his mind. If he wasn’t careful it might not just speak to him, it might take something from him.

No. Right now, he needed to find a World Master.

If they were the supposed rulers of this apocalyptic cycle, they had to know something whether they were the original creators of the System or just users of something older.

But how was he supposed to find one?

Clyde leaned back, staring up at the ornate ceiling of his room. World Masters worked to orchestrating the grand Selection Stage, setting rules, enforcing their authority.

The only time he had directly encountered one was Agatha.

She had made a deal with him and shown interest in his abilities. But Agatha wasn’t the only World Master. There were others like Luccio who was her superior. And those two alone were dangerous enough. But that was before he got this strong.

There had to be a way. A method to meet a World Master.

Clyde sat in silence for a while there, his fingers idly tapping against his knee as he let his thoughts settle.

Then, finally, an idea took shape. He needed to go to one of the worlds still undergoing a Selection Stage.

If the World Masters were truly overseeing the process, then that was where they would be. One of them would have to appear. Or, if they didn’t, he would find them himself.

Clyde nodded to himself. It was the best course of action. The most direct way to get answers.

But there was one problem. He had no idea how to reach a world that hadn’t yet fallen into ruin.

The Transporter Amulet that he carried, that was designed by Hammer, allowed him to move between different ruined worlds, traveling through the remnants of places that had already been consumed by the Selection Stage. It wasn’t made to take him somewhere still intact.

Clyde frowned, holding the amulet between his fingers. The dark metal was cool against his skin, pulsing faintly with the energy woven into it.

But Clyde wasn’t just a player for that game anymore.

He had absorbed power from the Nexus of Creation. He had taken in the strength of Celestials, Angels, and even Demons. Their energy ran through his veins intertwining with his own. If there was anyone who could force the amulet to function beyond its intended design, it was him.

The question was how. Clyde sighed again, his mind working through the possibilities. If he could tap into the right mixture of these energies, he might be able to rewrite the amulet’s function so that he can open a way to anywhere he wanted.

His grip on the amulet tightened.

There was only one way to find out.

Clyde closed his eyes and focused inward, reaching for the storm of power that now resided inside him. All woven together in his soul. Thene he start.

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For the next few days, Clyde shut himself inside the mansion. He barely left his room, his focus locked onto the Transporter Amulet.

Food was brought to him by servants that he hadn’t even realized were stationed here. He didn’t bother asking who they were. He ate quickly, barely tasting anything, before returning to his work.

Sleep became an afterthought. His entire existence narrowed to a singular goal: forcing the amulet to do something it was never meant to do.

The mansion remained silent, save for the occasional flicker of candlelight and the hum of Clyde’s gathered power.

Yet, it was a process of trial and error. Every time he pushed too hard, the amulet pulsed violently, rejecting his influence. Other times, he nearly destroying its entire structure, warping its energy beyond recognition.

During this time, something else happened. A presence tried to reach him. A voice. Words slipping through the cracks of his consciousness, pushing against his mind like whispers carried on the wind.

Clyde never focusing enough to heard the voice.

His entire focus was on the amulet, drowning out everything else. If he had, perhaps he would have recognized it as Asqa.

But he didn’t. So, for seven days, he remained blind to the outside world.

Then, on the seventh day, something changed.

The amulet, which had resisted him at every step, suddenly responded differently. Clyde felt something shifting in the way its energy moved, a subtle unraveling of the old restrictions.

He held his breath, fingers tightening around the dark metal. This was it. He had altered the core of its function.

But had he done it correctly?

His brow furrowed. He could feel the difference. If he activated it, would it truly take him to a world still undergoing a Selection Stage? Or had he broken it beyond repair?

There was only one way to know for sure. He will immediately try it.

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