Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 408: The Shock

Chapter 408: The Shock

Agatha stood still, her cloak tugged by the wind that blew across the shattered rooftop. The sounds of the ruined city below were distant to her now. Just a background noise.

She take her hand of her face and looking on the horizon, but her mind was far from here. It churned with doubts, fears, and the weight of choices she’d made.

She had once believed she could navigate the politics of the higher realms with cautious diplomacy and sharp precision. That with enough foresight, enough information, she could survive their wars and whims. But none of her calculations had accounted for this.

How could she have known that it would unravel so quickly with Clyde who was probably at its center?

The higher beings had always battling amongst themselves. But even in all that chaos, there had been rules.

Now, that order was gone.

Her fingers twitched at her side, clenched, then relaxed again.

She had received the latest report directly from her superior—not that he was of much use now. The corruption was spreading deep into the bastions of the higher planes themselves.

Devoted followers of the higher beings were turning. Mutating into unrecognizable abominations. It wasn’t madness. It was worse. A silent, devouring rot that seemingly came from nowhere and answered to no one.

No one knew the source and no one had claimed it. And the higher beings—those mighty, immortal arbiters of law, punishment, and power—were panicking.

She could still remember the moment she heard the news.

Uriel was defeated by some man that wield glimmering sword and wield power of Angel and Demon.

At first, she laughed bitterly, thinking it rumor. No one dared challenge Uriel, let alone defeated her. The Archangel’s dominion was absolute, her flames burning everything in her path.

But then came the reports. Whispers became testimonies. Entire legions of her followers were slaughtered. Her domain, burning not by her divine fire anymore but by ruin.

And then she had a feeling about someone who attached to the chaos.

Of course, it was Clyde. But nobody knows about his name yet except her and Luccio who still imprisoned.

She turned her head slightly, eyes settling on the man. His face was calm and cold as always. But Agatha had seen enough to know the still waters ran dangerously deep.

He had come from nothing and yet now he gave off strange aura that make him feels untouchable.

Agatha clenched her jaw.

She had known Clyde’s power was dangerous and mysterious. But she never expected it to intertwine with the fate of the realms like this.

She closed her eyes for a breath.

The guilt clawed at her, quiet and persistent. Had she made the right choice in helping him? Was she complicit in this destruction now unfolding across the dimensions? Or had she simply placed her bet early, hoping to survive what she didn’t yet understand?

There was no turning back.

Agatha opened her eyes again, her gaze steady once more.

If Clyde was the culprit behind all this then she needed answers. Not for her superiors or for the councils that would soon be dust under the weight of this corruption.

It was for herself and whatever that would come next. At this point, survival was all Agatha could hope for.

She was no fool. Whatever remained of her pride and confidence in navigating this chaos had long since eroded in the wake of Clyde’s power.

He was clearly stronger than her now. More than any mortal or any World Master.

And worst of all, he knew it.

She was certain of one thing, if she betrayed him now, she would never get the chance to regret it.

Agatha knew Clyde wasn’t the type to overlook such things. He would know. Somehow, he always knew about stuff. Her instincts screamed that this wasn’t a man to cross anymore.

And so, with a bitter breath, she made her choice.

"...Okay," she murmured. Her eyes didn’t leave his. "I won’t betray you. Tell me what happened."

Clyde didn’t hesitate. He start to explain things.

His words came slowly, measured, but behind them was the weight of something terrifying. Agatha listened in silence as he unraveled the truth.

He spoke of a god.

Not one of the higher beings currently in madness and fear but something older. Something buried in the deep recesses of forgotten myth. An Ancient One, a primordial entity that had slumbered beneath the structure of reality itself.

And now, it had awakened.

Clyde had made contact and the god had chosen him. Infused him with power meant to disrupt the order of existence. But this wasn’t just chaos. No, this Ancient One had a goal. It wanted to wipe out the higher beings entirely.

Their extinction would be the key. Only then could it fully awaken.

And Clyde was the blade. A vessel but also something more, a pivot point for the future.

Then came the truth about the system. The so-called gift from the World Masters. The foundation upon which countless souls had been tested, judged, and thrown into the apocalypse.

But it wasn’t theirs to begin with.

The System had originated from the Ancient One. A creation of the Old God, meant to channel power and guide progression.

The World Masters had merely repurposed it for their own manipulations.

That was why Clyde was different. That was why the rules bent around him. The Ancient One could rewrite his System at will, grant him powers the others couldn’t predict or counter.

He wasn’t just playing the game. He was becoming part of the god who made it.

Agatha swallowed her saliva. Her body froze as the words settled into her bones.

She took a step back without realizing it. Her hand flew to her mouth, eyes wide, heart pounding in her chest like a war drum.

This was too much information.

She had expected secrets about something she don’t know But this?

Her lips parted and trembling. The shock was all there, written across her face as clearly as ink on parchment.

"Now, you need to be prepared. You must become my spy just like the others."

"The... others?" Agatha asked.

"Yes. I have spies in the circle of higher beings."

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