Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 417: Talk About New Order

Chapter 417: Talk About New Order

Clyde stared at her with that same flat expression for few seconds, his face unreadable in the dim light of the room.

For several long seconds, he said nothing and just held her gaze.

Then, finally, he let out a slow breath and gave a faint lopsided smile.

"Maybe," he said. "Because I think this old world just isn’t that good. The higher realms... they use us. Treat us like crops. They wait for us to grow, then harvest us. Sending us into their endless and meaningless wars. It’s not about purpose. It’s like children poking at bugs just to see them fight."

His smile vanished as his voice dropped lower, colder.

"I don’t like that. Do you?"

The question hung in the air.

He turned toward her then, and for the first time, his eyes sharpened—lit by the faint glow of the antique lamp above.

Sonya could see it now, the quiet fury in his eyes. A cold, simmering rage directed not at her but at the higher beings who had done all this.

And the worst part?

She understood him. Deep down, she felt the same.

Her life before the Selection Stage—before the apocalypse the gods had thrown them into—had been peaceful, normal. And then it all shattered.

One day, without warning, she and so many others were dragged into a brutal game of survival, their lives reduced to entertainment or strategy pieces for beings who saw mortals as toys.

At first, Sonya had resisted and look for a way to fought back. She raged against the unfairness of it all.

But that fire didn’t last.

It started to dim the moment Hermes found her.

He wasn’t a cruel god—at least not compared to the others—but even then, he still viewed her like all the rest: a tool, a follower, and just lesser being.

Sonya had no illusions about that. Even as he protected her and guided her... she knew he would let her die if it suited his goals.

So, over time, she buried the anger. Snuffed it out like a flame underfoot. She told herself this was just how it had to be. That mortals couldn’t fight gods.

And yet... here was Clyde. The same Clyde she’d fought beside. The same Clyde who once guided her and take her under his protection. He not just trying to survive but actually found a way to fight back.

Now, he stood before her as someone who really had resisted. Someone who had become strong enough to push back.

At first, she didn’t know whether that terrified her more than the gods themselves. But now she start to feel like Clyde had become the best version of her, and the other mortals who being forced into this chaos.

Sonya lowered her eyes for a moment, lost in thought. The weight of everything Clyde had said still lingered heavily in the air.

She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

"I... I don’t know what to say right now," she murmured.

Clyde gave a small nod, his voice softer now. "You don’t have to. Don’t rush it."

And she would.

But before either of them could speak again, a knock echoed through the quiet room.

Clyde opened his mouth to respond, but the door swung open before he could even speak.

Asqa stepped inside without hesitation.

Her eyes immediately found Sonya sitting in a chair, and a warm smile broke across her face.

"Sonya... it’s been so long," she said, voice touched with nostalgia, but still steady and confident.

Sonya stood up from the chair slowly, and looking ath the sight of her old friend.

Asqa was clad in white robes, but they were no longer pristine—the fabric was streaked with dirt, ash, and faint tears from fresh combat.

Her face, though smeared with sweat and battle grime, still carried that same quiet strength and beauty.

"Yes," Sonya said, her voice catching slightly. "It’s been so long."

Sonya could feel that Asqa’s presence had changed from the last time. She radiated a pressure now, a tangible power that hadn’t been there before.

The air around her shimmered faintly with heat, like the remnants of a storm still clinging to the battlefield.

There was aggression in her aura, not directed at Sonya, but still raw and pulsing. It was the kind of energy that lingered after facing battle and winning.

She was no longer the girl who once trembled beside them in the Selection Stage. This Asqa was a warrior.

Without another word, Asqa crossed the room in a few steps and wrapped her arms around Sonya.

Sonya blinked, startled for a second—but then, her body moved on its own.

She hugged her back.

It wasn’t a polite gesture or ceremonial. It was real. The hug was warm, tight, and full of the shared ache of survival and separation.

After a few seconds of comforting embrace, Sonya and Asqa slowly pulled away. Their hands lingered for just a moment longer before falling to their sides.

Asqa looked into Sonya’s eyes, her voice gentle now. "So... how’s your life been?"

Sonya gave a small, dry laugh. "It’s just... like that. Day to day. Not much to say."

Asqa nodded slowly, her eyes darkening with understanding. "Yeah. I get it. I really do. Living under a higher being... it’s not living. I served under Uriel, you know. The Archangel herself."

Sonya’s eyes widened slightly. "Uriel?"

Asqa gave a quiet hum of confirmation. "Yeah. Her domain is peaceful because everyone is afraid of her. Its filled with order and judgment. There’s no room to breathe under."

Sonya nodded, now understanding the weight Asqa must’ve carried.

Then, Asqa’s tone shifted—her voice brighter, with a spark of hope. She tilted her head, a smile creeping onto her face.

"So... you want to join us?" Asqa asked.

"Join you?" Sonya asked, her brows furrowing.

"To fight the higher beings," Asqa said firmly, her smile fading. "To destroy them."

Her voice didn’t waver. There was coldness in it now. The soft girl Sonya once knew was nowhere to be found.

Sonya hesitated.

"I think... yes. I want to be free from them," she said slowly. "But... if we destroy them—those Archangels, Demons, Celestials—what then? What order will hold the worlds together? Who will take their place?"

Clyde, who had been quiet, stepped forward. The corners of his mouth tugged up in a crooked smile.

"We will," he said. "We’ll rule the world ourselves. Because even when they existed, did they ever care about us?"

He shook his head slightly.

"What’s the difference if they’re gone? At least this time, it’ll be our hands shaping what comes next."

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