Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 384: The Right Time

Chapter 384: The Right Time

Michael decided to push that thought aside for now. There was nothing he could do at the moment while this meeting was still ongoing. It would be far too suspicious if he suddenly appeared distracted.

"We need to find that bastard and kill him as soon as possible," Azrael said, his expression hard and filled with anger. He was trying to mask his anxiety and fear behind that façade—he couldn’t let them know that he was actually afraid of an entity capable of wielding both Angelic and Demonic power.

The fact that this creature had defeated Uriel, held his own against Gabriel, and even managed to give him trouble was deeply concerning. That meant he—and the other Archangels—could also be defeated.

"How do we do that?" Michael asked.

Azrael fell silent. In truth, he had no idea. If that creature had been able to remain undetected by their radar, amass such immense power, and then suddenly launch an attack of this magnitude, how were they supposed to find him?

"Wait." Suddenly, a thought struck Azrael. "How do you think he obtained our power?"

Michael and Gabriel immediately turned their gazes toward him.

"What do you mean?" Gabriel asked. "What are you thinking?"

Azrael looked up at them, horror evident in his expression. He no longer bothered to hide it.

"The Nexus of Creation."

Michael and Gabriel were visibly shocked. They exchanged uncertain glances.

"You think that’s possible?" Gabriel asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"It shouldn’t be," Azrael replied. "But this creature, just as you’ve described, has already defied everything we thought we knew. So I believe he somehow found a way to reach the Nexus and took our power from there. The other possibility is that he has defeated Angels or Demons before and absorbed their power."

"That second possibility is also likely," Michael said. "Then let’s take action immediately. I’ll go to the Nexus and check it myself."

Gabriel and Azrael quickly agreed with Michael’s decision. There was no time to waste.

Michael spread his wings and took off swiftly. He opened a portal and returned to his domain at once.

Upon arrival, he headed straight for his residence. As he walked through the grand hall of the building, his thoughts kept circling back to everything that had happened.

Who exactly was that man? A mortal who had received the Ancient One’s blessing? But why? And how? Why had he not been informed about this?

Slumping onto his couch, Michael felt a flicker of frustration. But he quickly shook his head. No—this was the Ancient One’s will, and whatever It had decided must be the best course of action for spreading Its influence.

Perhaps it was indeed better for another being to act as Its agent since Michael himself couldn’t afford to draw too much attention while maintaining his role as an Archangel.

Letting out a deep breath, his expression gradually eased. "Yes, that must be it. The old god must have planned this all along."

Now, with a calmer mind, he stood up and walked outside. It was time to go to the Nexus. He still needed to find out exactly what had happened there—not just out of duty, but out of sheer curiosity, and to prevent the others from suspecting him.

Michael soared through the sky at incredible speed, a trail of radiant light following in his wake. Below him, his domain stretched vast and imposing, its soldiers still engaged in relentless training.

Now that the Ancient One’s influence had fully manifested within them, their power would only continue to grow.

A small smile formed on Michael’s lips. None of this would have been possible without the blessing bestowed upon him, the unique gift that allowed him to spread the Ancient One’s influence without driving his soldiers mad or mutating them into mindless abominations.

The others did not have this privilege.

He soon arrived at the farthest reaches of his domain, a floating landmass adorned with rolling green meadows and endless hills. It was a place few ever set foot upon known only to him.

Descending gracefully, Michael landed atop the tallest hill, its peak offering an unbroken view of the ethereal landscape.

Without hesitation, he pressed his hand against the earth.

Magic surged through his palm, pulsing with raw intensity. The ground trembled beneath him. Cracks spread across the hilltop as if an unseen force was pulling it apart.

Then, with a deep rumbling shift, the hill split open, revealing a long, swirling gateway hidden beneath the surface.

Without pause, Michael stepped forward and vanished into the portal’s depths.

The earth sealed itself shut behind him.

He walked through the gateway, stepping into an interdimensional passageway that felt subtly different from any he had traversed before. A strange sense of nostalgia washed over him, an unfamiliar yet undeniable feeling, as if he were returning home after an eternity away. He hadn’t even thought it was possible to feel such a thing.

When he emerged, he found himself in a corridor made of a stone-like material. Moving swiftly, he walked for several minutes before finally reaching the end.

As he stepped out, his gaze swept across the vast expanse before him—a space filled with hundreds of floating landmasses, each separated from the others. Behind them stretched an endless void of blackness, like a night sky devoid of stars, stretching infinitely without a clear boundary.

Michael’s gaze locked onto the colossal twister at the center of the realm. A vortex of raw magical power that swirling endlessly like a storm that never ceased.

Even from a distance, he could feel its immense pressure, a weight that pressed against reality itself. He exhaled sharply, already bracing himself. No matter how many times he passed through, it was always a test of endurance.

With a single powerful motion, he spread his wings, light trailing behind him as he soared toward the landmass where the twister resided. Landing smoothly, he wasted no time. His steps carried him forward, closer to the churning maelstrom of energy.

As he stepped into it, the force slammed against him instantly. The air thickened, magic pressing down on his body like an unseen hand trying to crush him.

He grit his teeth, forcing himself forward. Every step felt like wading through an ocean of resistance, his divine form straining under the overwhelming density of power.

Time lost meaning in the endless swirl of energy, and for a moment, he wondered if he was even moving at all.

Then, suddenly, the pressure lifted.

Michael stumbled forward, emerging into a space unlike any other. Before him stretched the sacred chamber—the resting place of countless orbs, each one containing the very essence of the higher beings. The Nexus of Creation.

But something was wrong.

His eyes narrowed as he scanned the chamber, his frown deepening. Black mist curled at the edges of the space and orbs, slithering like a living thing, tainting the air with its presence.

Corruption. It had seeped into this place that should have remained untouched.

How could this have happened? Michael wondered.

This place was supposed to be untouched. It was the very center of existence for all higher beings. He never imagined that the influence could have reached even here. He had believed the Ancient One’s power only affected their bodies and minds outside this sacred space.

Michael stood still, his thoughts churning. Too much had happened. He had assumed he was the key figure in spreading the Ancient One’s influence, yet it had already reached this far without his involvement.

There was only one possibility. That man had brought the influence here. But to do that, he must have known how to reach this place.

How? How could a mortal have found a way to this realm and spread the Ancient One’s influence?

"I need to meet that man now."

With his decision made, Michael left the Nexus and returned to his domain.

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Clyde had no idea how much time had passed—minutes or hours—when he finally woke from his nap. It had been a good rest, leaving him feeling completely refreshed.

With a long sigh, he sat up and gazed out the window. The endless void of the Ruin remained the same as ever. He had half-expected to see an army of enemies descending from the sky, just like Asmodeus had done before, launching an attack on him.

He wondered if Asqa had finished her training yet. Stepping out of his room, he still didn’t see her.

Clyde didn’t dwell on it. She was probably eager to keep training, determined to grow stronger.

Just then, he felt the Ancient One reaching out to him again.

"You must meet my agent now. I believe it is time for you two to meet."

Clyde blinked. "Is there a reason we need to meet now? Did something happen?"

"This is simply the right moment."

"Oh, well. Alright. Where can I find him? Or her?" Clyde asked.

"He is one of the Archangels."

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