Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 421: Bad News

Chapter 421: Bad News

Agatha, as usual, was in her white room—the place where she could observe the flow of the Selection Stage through several floating monitors in front of her. She sat on a large, comfortable sofa, which she considered one of the few luxuries she could enjoy alone while doing this job.

She watched the people struggling to survive, facing the various scenarios thrown at them in the Selection Stage. They moved with desperation, fear, and anger—emotions she fully understood. It was only natural for anyone suddenly thrown into such chaos.

Once, she used to enjoy watching this unfold. She would even laugh at those poor creatures suffering in their struggle. But that amusement had faded ever since she witnessed what happened to Clyde.

Could someone like Clyde appear again in this Selection Stage—or in any of the others being carried out by the other World Masters?

She used to think it was impossible. But now, she wasn’t so sure. The possibility was always there.

For now, all she could do was watch and hope that she could maintain her cooperation with Clyde so that she wouldn’t be dragged down with the collapse of this world’s order.

Letting out a sigh, Agatha stood up and decided to return to the world itself to observe things more clearly. She would only watch—no interference. She didn’t want to involve herself in anything more complicated than it already was.

At that moment, just before she left the room, her head began to ring. A call was coming in from the Central Bureau.

"What the hell? Did something happen? Did they find something out about Clyde?"

Agatha’s heart started pounding. She took a deep breath, calming herself before answering the call.

"Yes. I’m here. What is it?" Agatha answered.

"Agatha. You’re being asked to return to the Bureau’s central headquarters for a moment," said a woman on the other end of the call. Agatha recognized her. They were old acquaintances. Maybe even friends.

From her tone, Agatha suspected her earlier premonition was right.

"Okay, but what happened? You know I’m currently monitoring the Selection Stage," Agatha replied.

"Yes! But this is more important. Do you know what’s happening in the higher realms right now?"

"Yes. I know," Agatha said.

"Sir Morvius has already discovered the source of it. You won’t believe this, but the source of the disaster turns out to be a mortal who somehow gained strange powers!"

The woman’s voice was growing increasingly frantic, a clear sign of her own panic. That only confirmed Agatha’s suspicion. They had found out about Clyde.

Swallowing hard to steady herself, Agatha replied, "Alright, alright. I’ll return as soon as I can."

She ended the call without waiting for a response. Exhaling sharply, she rubbed her forehead.

"I need to tell Clyde about this," she muttered under her breath, then exited the white room in a hurry.

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Meanwhile, Clyde—currently deep within a ruin, killing monsters as usual—felt a sudden vibration within his mind. His consciousness was linked to his Inventory, so any unusual activity there would send a signal directly into his thoughts.

Clyde quickly opened his Inventory and saw dark blue squares floating in front of him. One of them showed the black metallic device Agatha had given him flashing.

Without hesitation, he pulled it out and channeled his magic power into it.

Clyde stared at the flashing device in his hand. He knows who was calling.

He tapped it once, letting his magic sync with the channel.

"What’s up?" he asked simply.

"Bad news," came Agatha’s voice, steady but tight. "The World Master Bureau knows about you. They finally found your face... and your origin."

Clyde fell silent. His mind sifted through the weight of that statement. Was this truly bad news?

So what if they had found out about him? It wasn’t like they could threaten him with family—he didn’t have any. Asqa’s family was gone too, lost to the apcalypse and the world’s collapse. There was nothing left for them to use as leverage.

"So what? It doesn’t matter now, does it?" Clyde finally replied.

"What do you mean, ’doesn’t matter’? What if they figure out how you got your power? What if they discover who’s been helping you from the inside?" Agatha’s voice grew sharp, agitated.

Clyde exhaled through his nose. That part was dangerous. If they learned about Agatha... or Graemory... he would lose two of his most important assets—spies placed perfectly within enemy ranks.

"Can you destroy it?" he asked quietly.

"No way. The leader of the World Master Bureau is supervising the search himself. I can’t get past him." Agatha’s reply was quick, and the tension in her tone only deepened.

Another silence followed. Clyde’s mind turned, gears spinning behind his cold eyes. Then, he made a decision—one as reckless as it was bold.

"Let me go to that place."

"Where?"

"The World Master Bureau headquarters."

"What? Are you insane?"

"I have to convince your leader to stop looking into me. If he keeps digging, the higher beings I’ve made deals with will be exposed."

Agatha fell silent this time, her breath caught on the edge of worry.

"They’ll discover you, too," Clyde added softly.

The line stayed open, but no words came in return—just the quiet weight of a decision neither of them could ignore.

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Agatha narrowed her eyes at the now dimmed device in her hand, her thoughts spinning. She knew exactly what Clyde meant when he said "convince."

Based on what she saw. That man didn’t do talks. Convincing, in his language, usually meant something that left blood on the floor and bodies behind.

He was planning to attack the World Master Bureau to destroy the information. He wanted to strike before the information about him reached the higher beings. No negotiations. No backdoor diplomacy. Just raw, calculated violence.

Agatha leaned back slightly, staring at the ceiling of her white room.

What else could she even do?

At the very least, it wasn’t her who Morvius had discovered.

But that didn’t mean she was safe.

The Bureau wasn’t just a collection of administrators—it was a fortress, both in might and in security. And Morvius... he was a master not just of power, but of preparation.

Clyde’s brute strength, terrifying as it was, could end up meaningless in front of the Bureau’s ancient artifacts and Morvius’s layered defenses.

Agatha had told him that. Warned him, voice low and firm, that this could be suicide.

And yet Clyde, in that maddeningly calm tone of his, had simply replied that he could do it.

Like it was already decided.

She had hesitated. Thought. Then finally, she had let out a long breath and answered.

"Alright. I’ll give you the portal coordinates."

When the connection ended, Agatha wasted no time. She input the location data directly into the black metallic device, locking in the coordinates to the Bureau’s inner gate.

As the pulse of the signal faded, she leaned over the console, shoulders heavy.

"...Please don’t make this into a mess," she muttered, releasing a tired sigh into the empty room.

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After a few seconds, the black metallic device in Clyde’s hand pulsed with a cold blue light. The portal coordinates had arrived, delivered straight into his consciousness through the device that alrady connected to his mind. Now he could open a gate directly to the Bureau’s central headquarters.

He gave a small nod, satisfied. Everything was moving into place.

Without hesitation, he turned back to the ruins, stepping over broken steel and shattered bone. Monsters still roamed here, mutated beasts spawned from their source.

Clyde moved through them like a blade through smoke—precise, ruthless, efficient.

Several hours later, he met with Asqa again atop the jagged remains of a ruined skyscraper. The wind howled through its broken floors, the night sky dim above the shattered cityscape.

Clyde explained everything about what he spoke with Agatha earlier. Her warning, the Bureau’s discovery, and his plan to go straight into their heart. He spoke calmly, but Asqa could hear the tension under his voice.

After listening in silence, Asqa’s expression darkened. She warned him that it could be dangerous—they didn’t know what kind of weapons or traps were hidden in that place.

Clyde nodded in agreement to her words. Yes, it was dangerous. She was right.

But he also pretty sure that their combined power now could tear through almost anything. And he knew her. There was no way she’d stay behind.

"You’re coming with me, aren’t you?" he asked her, a knowing glance in his eyes. "I already know I can’t stop you."

Asqa smiled, sharp and proud. "Damn right you’re not."

Later, the two of them returned to the mansion hidden beyond the Graeomory’s veil. Night had fully settled by then, calm and quiet around the stone walls.

Dinner was already prepared by the time they arrived. It was a simple meal.

They ate together in the quiet, sharing glances that said more than words. There will be chaos again not long after this.

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