Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 406: Sudden Call

Chapter 406: Sudden Call

The two of them finally let the tension bleed out of their bodies. The adrenaline faded, the panic receded, and what remained was exhaustion and a quiet sense of surreal disbelief.

Asqa sank into Clyde’s bed with a deep exhale, her shoulders finally relaxing as the silence of the chamber wrapped around them.

She pulled off her white coat, letting it slide onto the bed beside her, and placed her wand gently on the nightstand.

Clyde, sitting across from her in a chair, leaned back and chuckled softly.

"That was... pretty intense," he said, eyes half-lidded with fatigue but still bright with that familiar spark of madness.

Asqa let out a quiet laugh in response, brief but genuine. It was hard to believe. They had just fought a god.

Zeus, the storm king, the furious lightning itself.

And even though she had been the bait just running, weaving through destruction, and taunting a wrathful god just to keep him distracted, it was still reckless and terrifying—impossible, even. But she had done it.

She, who once lived as a mortal girl in the shadows of apocalypse and divine cruelty. She had drawn the fury of Zeus himself and survived.

Not by luck. By her skill and strength.

She didn’t say any of that out loud. She just smiled faintly, the kind of smile that comes from knowing you’ve done something no one ever expected of you.

"I agree," she said softly. "It was intense."

Clyde grinned a bit wider. "What I enjoyed most was seeing the looks on the faces of those ’higher beings.’ That frustration and helplessness felt like justice that they deserved."

He leaned forward slightly, and said again in calm but sharp voice. "It’s what we felt, isn’t it? Back when the apocalypse began. When they toyed with us and just watched us burn."

Asqa nodded slowly. The memory was fresh as ever.

She could still picture Zeus’s face contorted in fury as he chased her through the storm, and the shock in his eyes when she attacked his elite soldiers with her devastating skills.

She wasn’t supposed to be able to do that. But here she was.

"So what now?" she asked, voice quiet, eyes drifting toward Clyde.

Clyde sighed, his gaze turning distant as he thought.

"They’ll regroup," he said after a pause. "I hurt their pride badly. And I know them. They’ll call their allies, hold more meetings, more councils, more planning. They’ll amass power again. They’ll want revenge at us."

He looked toward the window of his chamber, where faint moonlight filtered through the curtains.

"They’ll come harder next time."

Asqa could feel her chest tighten again after that fleeting relief. The dread returned, coiling in her stomach like a familiar shadow. The kind of tension that never fully left.

But then... she glanced at Clyde again, watching the way his gaze remained steady, sharp, and resolute even in exhaustion.

He had made preparations and she knew that they weren’t alone.

Clyde had allies already infiltrated the higher beings’ inner circle. He had Michael spying from within their ranks, feeding them valuable intel. And most importantly, Asmodeus—the Demon King himself—was now under Clyde’s command. An impossible alliance and yet it was real.

Asqa breathed in deeply, her shoulders squaring again. They weren’t completely isolated like the higher beings believed. No, the game had shifted without them knowing it.

But even then, caution remained essential. She said in calm voice, but her eyes held renewed fire. "We can’t let our guard down either. We still need to become stronger. I think there will come a time when we’ll have to face them all at once."

Clyde looked at her and nodded slowly, his expression darkening just slightly. "You’re right. That time will come. When it does, I think even me won’t be enough on my own."

Asqa hesitated. Her hands clenched slightly on the bedsheets. She hated this part.

"Clyde," she said quietly, "unlike you... I can’t absorb power from higher beings. I don’t have the System like you do. I don’t have that kind of path. I’m afraid I can’t grow fast enough to help when it matters most."

Clyde didn’t react with disappointment. His eyes held none of that. Instead, he stood up slowly, walked to her side, and placed a hand gently on her shoulder.

"I’ll find a way to make you stronger," he said simply. "There’s still a lot of ways to do that. Kill more monsters. Raid hidden realms. Take their weapons and armor. We carve power from the world itself if we have to."

Asqa’s eyes lit up at his words. There was no hesitation in him. Only conviction. The kind of conviction she could anchor herself to.

"You’re right," she said, voice firmer now. "I can still grow stronger."

Clyde gave a faint smile. "Good. Because before we charge into war, we also need allies. People with the same purpose as us."

Asqa frowned, uncertain. "Are there even any others who want the same thing we do to destroy the higher beings?"

Clyde turned toward the window again.

"Of course there are," he said. "You think in a universe this vast, with how many worlds the higher beings have ruined... that we’re the only ones who want revenge?"

His voice was quiet now, but heavy with promise.

"There are others. They were hiding. Maybe they’ve lost hope after so many years without anything significant happened. But they’re out there."

Then he turned back to her, eyes glowing faintly with the echoes of his defiance. "And we’re going to find them. I know where they are."

Asqa looked at him with a frown. "You know where they are?" she asked.

"Yes. Before we met, I lived in a hidden place. There, survivors from ruined worlds gathered and hid. They had been planning a rebellion for a long time, but they never made a move like this," Clyde said.

Asqa just nodded. Of course. Clyde had managed to hide all this time from the higher beings, so he must have had a good hiding place.

At that moment, the black metallic device made a sound. Clyde suddenly remembered it—it was the device he had received from Agatha, the World Master.

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