Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 187: Bring Him Back!

Onigi’s brows furrowed. His grip on his katana tightened.

Did he hear that right?

Dorion... wasn’t the only killer?

A flicker of shock crossed his face. Confusion. Disbelief.

Dorion, still panting heavily, looked just as bewildered. His vision blurred from blood loss, his body swaying like he’d collapse at any moment.

But he forced himself up.

Every movement was agony, but he refused to fall.

His gaze locked onto Ezekiel—an odd look in his eyes.

Because he knew the truth.

Yes, they had shared the nightmare points.

But...

Ezekiel was never part of the fight.

Dorion’s voice came out hoarse, disbelieving.

"What... what the hell are you saying?"

Dorion narrowed his eyes.

He didn’t understand what Ezekiel was playing at.

"We both killed your daughter for Nightmare points?"

Onigi stiffened. His face was unreadable, but his fingers tightened around his katana.

A long, tense silence.

Then, in a cold, flat voice, he muttered:

"Then, I’ll kill you right after I kill him."

He was about to turn back to Dorion—

"Arrgh—!"

A furious scream tore through the battlefield.

Dorion was charging, a dagger gripped tight in his bloodied hand.

But Onigi reacted instantly.

His hand shot out, catching Dorion’s arm in a vice grip—

Then, with a sharp twist, he threw Dorion forward like a ragdoll.

Dorion crashed hard onto the ground, tumbling painfully across the dirt.

Onigi didn’t hesitate.

He rushed after Dorion, blade raised—

But just as he closed in—

CLANG!

Ezekiel’s weapon swung down at him from the side.

Onigi barely glanced, swatting the attack aside with ease.

Then—

BAM!

A powerful kick slammed into Ezekiel’s chest, sending him flying backward.

Ezekiel crashed to the ground, landing hard beside Dorion. He groaned, his body aching from the brutal impact.

But there was no time to recover.

Onigi was already charging forward, his blade gleaming under the dim light, aimed straight at Dorion’s chest.

Dorion, still dazed, barely had a moment to react.

The sword plunged down.

SHIING!

The sickening sound of a blade piercing flesh filled the air.

Onigi’s eyes widened.

Dorion’s breath hitched.

Even Freya, watching from a distance, gasped and covered her mouth in shock.

Cough. Cough.

Ezekiel choked on his own blood, his body trembling as Onigi’s blade remained buried deep in his chest.

Onigi’s face twisted in rage. His voice boomed with fury:

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"What the hell are you doing?!"

Ezekiel let out a weak chuckle, blood dripping from the corner of his lips.

"I was... too impatient for my turn."

Onigi snarled, his grip tightening on the hilt. He tried to yank his sword free, but—

It wouldn’t budge.

Ezekiel’s hands clamped down on the blade, his fingers digging into the steel. His grip was unrelenting, so tight that the sword grated against his bones.

Behind them, Dorion froze. His breath caught in his throat. His entire body shook as he watched the scene unfold.

Ezekiel... had taken a sword meant to kill him.

Why?

Dorion’s voice trembled as he stammered:

"Have... Have you lost your mind?!"

Ezekiel’s body shuddered as he muttered through clenched teeth, "Maybe I have."

Dorion’s mind spun. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why?

"Why?!" he demanded, his voice raw with frustration.

Ezekiel’s breathing was ragged, each word feeling like it scraped against his throat.

"I just... I don’t think I can keep living, knowing I led people to their deaths."

Dorion snapped.

"What the fuck are you saying now?! How is that your fault?"

Ezekiel let out a bitter chuckle, his grip on the sword never loosening.

"Maybe it isn’t. Maybe I really am just a pathetic loser. In your words—a hypocrite." His voice wavered. "But ever since I got here, I don’t feel like I’ve done anything right. So I wanted to change that."

Dorion’s fingers twitched. His mind screamed at him to move, to do something.

"Idiot... you think saving me is the right choice?"

Before Ezekiel could answer—

"Enough!"

Onigi’s snarl cut through the tension. With a violent jerk, he tried to rip his sword free—

But Ezekiel didn’t let go.

He clenched his entire body around the blade, forcing it deeper into his own chest. Blood poured from his wound, but his grip was unrelenting.

Onigi’s eyes narrowed in frustration.

Ezekiel wasn’t letting go.

Clicking his teeth in frustration, Onigi shoved Ezekiel backward.

Ezekiel’s body lurched, crashing into Dorion, who barely had the strength to stay upright.

Dorion’s breath came in ragged gasps as he watched Ezekiel stumble. A strange, unfamiliar emotion twisted inside him—something that made his thoughts clouded, his body frozen.

Then—

A notification appeared in front of him.

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Dorion’s eyes widened.

"Wait, no..."

Panic surged through him. He tried to move—forced himself onto his feet—

But the moment he stood—

He vanished.

Onigi’s gaze snapped to the spot where Dorion had been. His pupils shrank.

"NOOOO!"

Onigi roared, a mix of fury and desperation tearing from his throat.

Dorion was gone. Vanished.

Ezekiel, barely holding on, glanced over his shoulder and saw it too. Despite the pain wracking his body, he let out a weak, satisfied grin.

He relaxed.

That only made Onigi angrier.

With a snarl, Onigi ripped his sword free from Ezekiel’s chest.

SHLCK!

Blood gushed from the gaping wound, splattering across Onigi’s hands, staining the ground. Ezekiel’s body shuddered, his knees almost giving out.

But Onigi wasn’t done.

He whirled around, eyes wide, scanning the empty space where Dorion had been.

"No... No, this isn’t fair…" His voice cracked.

He staggered forward as if he could reach into the void and pull Dorion back by force.

"Bring him back!" he bellowed.

"Bring him back! BRING HIM BACK!"

But there was nothing.

No response.

Dorion had returned to the tutorial.

Onigi’s breath came in ragged gasps.

His hands trembled.

His entire body locked up with pure rage and grief.

Then, he collapsed to his knees.

And with every ounce of fury and sorrow in him, he...