Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 412: Shocking View

Chapter 412: Shocking View

Clyde was in the middle of killing monsters when he suddenly stopped.

The shrieks of dying beasts faded into the background. His hands that still dripping with blackened ichor hung loosely at his side. The battlefield fell into a tense silence, only broken by the low growls of the monsters now circling him.

There are hundreds of those monster right now. Twisted things born from the Selection Stage, all of those twisted eyes trained on him with mindless hunger.

But Clyde didn’t move. As if he couldn’t care less about their hunger and agression.

He stood in the middle of the cracked stone road, shoulders rising and falling with each breath. His eyes narrowed as a strange sensation began to spread from deep within his chest. It feels like a warm pulsing energy that felt ancient, wild, and utterly alien. But right now he already feels familiar with that power.

His frown deepened. Slowly, he pressed a hand to his chest, right over his heart. The thrum of power wasn’t just growing, it was awakening.

"Is this... the power of the Ancient One...?" he murmured under his breath.

It felt different from before. He had touched this presence before and give him poewr during moments of extreme crisis just like when he faced Hades and Gabriel. But this was the first time it had come to him unprovoked.

The power blooming like fire beneath his skin. His body trembled not from pain, but from sheer pressure. The energy coiled through his veins and soon it become almost overwhelming.

In the last few hours, he had gained several levels in this Ruin. He was now at Level 215. Not a huge leap, but at this stage, each level took mountains of effort.

The monsters here were a little stronger than he’d faced before, but they fell one after another beneath his bare hands. Still, it had taken hundreds—maybe more—to push even that far.

Now he understood. The higher his level, the more of the Ancient One’s power he could withstand. Perhaps that was the price or the prerequisite.

The monsters closed in, snarling and twitching. But even they sensed it. Something inside him was changing and evolving.

Clyde slowly raised his head. His eyes burned with violet embers.

"I see..."

He took a step forward, and the road beneath his foot cracked.

The monsters flinched because their instinct telling him that what’s in front of them is dangerous. The wind shifted and rippled around Clyde.

Clyde exhaled slowly, letting the rising energy settle into his limbs.

Then he moved and punch the closest monster from him.

The closest monster didn’t just break apart. It disintegrated.

Not torn or split but almost erased. Flesh and bone reduced to nothing but fine particles that scattered like ash in the air. The wind carried the dust away before it could even hit the ground.

Clyde froze for a heartbeat, blinking.

"That was... the same punch," he muttered. He stared at his clenched fist. He was just using same power output like before. But the effect was completely different. Before, his blows would tear limbs off, crack skulls, send bodies flying. But this was different.

Another monster leapt toward him while opening its jaws wide. Clyde turned and struck again.

Then the monster become dust again.

It vanished before it touched the ground. Just like the last.

A grin twitched at the edge of his mouth. "So this is how much stronger I’ve become..."

He then continued to moved through them blur. He didn’t even need to look. He let instinct and energy guide him.

The monsters came at him in a tide just like always, but it didn’t matter. Each one exploded into a cloud of dust after he landed the punch and fading into the red-tinted wind of the ruin.

He wasn’t even trying to dodge anymore. Their claws raked harmlessly across his skin, and those that did land a hit left no mark at all.

The fusion energy that once needed conscious control now wrapped around him instinctively like a living armor of energy.

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Far away from Clyde, amidst another corner of the crumbling buildings, Asqa also fought her own battle with unrelenting fury.

The skies above her glowed crimson, lit by the massive fireballs that roared from her wand. Each of the fireball was like a miniature sun, they were ten meters in diameter. She hurtled them toward the ground like comets.

The moment they made contact, monsters and shattered architecture alike vanished in violent shockwaves. Flames danced across the wreckage, burning and re-burning even the ashes.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Explosion after explosion happened in rapid succession like her heart that pounding loudly.

After that, Asqa stood on a broken pillar of stone that jutted from the collapsed remains of skyscraper. Her black hair whipped in the wind, and her narrowed eyes flicked across the chaos below.

Her face was streaked with sweat, grime, and blood, but her expression remained hard and focused.

She knew what was coming after this.

This wasn’t just a survival test or a monster purge anymore. What waited beyond it were not just monsters or warriors of the higher beings. It was them directly.

The Archangels, the Demon Kings, and The Celestials.The apex predators of this universe.

Clyde would be fine. She had seen what he could do firsthand. But she couldn’t rely on him to carry everything any longer. Her own hands were still weak in comparison.

"I won’t be a burden again," she hissed between her teeth, flicking her wand forward. Another fireball roared to life and slammed into a wave of charging beasts, vaporizing them in a storm of crimson and gold. Notifications of Exp she gained rained upon her.

She then start to move like a tempest, leaping from one ruined place to another while launching fire, venom, and searing light attack in every direction. Her magic power surged wildly. It was less refined than Clyde’s fusion power, but no less lethal.

Her breath came in bursts. Her limbs started to ached from exhaustion. But she didn’t stop.

Every kill, explosion, and flick of her wand pushed her Level higher. A whisper echoed in the back of her mind—the same voice Clyde heard.

"You are not yet ready... but you are close. Keep going."

That was the promise. The Ancient One had spoken to her as well when she was facing Zeus. But that brief contact was enough to open a path.

She could feel it growing now, the warmth inside her chest. The power that the Ancient One give and now answering her will.

"Just a little more," she muttered, spinning in midair and launching three fireballs in a wide arc. The sky behind her lit up like a dying star. "I need more Exp!"

Dozens of monsters charged through the smoke—grotesque, bone-armored, creature with rotten body, and monsters with many limbs and mouths.

Asqa planted her feet, slammed her wand to the ground, and shouted angrily.

"HAAAAA!!!"

The ground cracked as a ring of flame erupted outward, coiling like a serpent. The monsters caught in its path howled in agony as they burned from the inside out.

She didn’t even flinch. Her gaze was already locked onto the next cluster.

She leveled up again.

The System prompt flickered in her vision—just for a second—but it brought a grin to her face.

"Yes," she whispered. "More."

She didn’t know if she could ever catch up to Clyde, but she would no longer trail so far behind when the real war was about to begin.

When the next time she stood beside him, it wouldn’t be as someone needing protection. It would be as his equal. Or as close as she could reach.

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Sonya sat in a shadowed corner of the cathedral-like hall, her eyes fixed on the flickering projection hovering midair. The divine crystal lens replayed the scene in pristine detail.

The man in the white coat moved holding a sword as he faced down both Hades and Archangel Gabriel at once. Their battle was catastrophic and terrifying. Sonya have never seen something like that power before.

A heartbeat later, the scene cut to a woman cloaked in roaring flame, hurling a comet-sized fireball directly at Zeus’s army.

Hermes’ voice echoed moments after the recording ended.

"If you encounter either of these two, you run. You do not engage and don’t provoke. Just vanish and report directly to me. That is an order."

The murmurs in the room were laced with awe and disbelief. Others didn’t speak at all, staring at the now-faded image as if trying to understand what they had just witnessed.

But Sonya wasn’t whispering.

Her wide eyes stared at the space the recording had just occupied. Her mouth hung slightly open in pure shock. She knew who they are.

"That’s Clyde...and Asqa..." she thought in disbelieve.

Her pulse thundered in her ears. It had been years since they were separated. She’d believed that maybe they were out there somewhere and still surviving. But not like this.

She never imagined that Clyde will standing toe-to-toe with TWO higher beings.

She remembered Clyde as the calm but intense strategist, the one who always stepped forward first and carried their weight. Asqa is uncertain of herself and she usually just do healing and support.

But now?

Now they looked like chaos itself and unstoppable.

Sonya swallowed hard, her throat dry. She felt a tremor work its way down her arms, but she forced herself to take a deep breath.

"Calm down. Control it. Don’t react."

She glanced sideways at the other followers of Hermes, their expressions twisted with awe and uncertainty. Some were frightened but also intrigued.

She made sure her face mirrored theirs. While inside, her thoughts raced like wildfire.

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