Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 207: Simultaneous Hunts

But [Echo of Annihilation] was absolute.

The aura shattered.

The next wave hit home.

BOOM!

Ethan's head snapped back, his vision blurred.

His ears rang.

Then there was blood.

Trickling from his ears.

His eyes rolled back.

His limbs went limp.

Then, after a few agonizing seconds—Alex finally stopped.

Ethan was barely holding on.

His vision was fading, his body unresponsive, but he was still conscious.

Just barely.

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Ethan's body slumped forward.

But before he could even hit the ground—

YANK!

Alex caught him by the hair.

Ethan's head snapped upward, pain jolting through his scalp as Alex held him in place like a lifeless puppet.

Alex let out a slow, disappointed sigh.

"You still think you're superior in this scenario, Ethan?"

Ethan's lips parted, but no words came out.

He couldn't speak—his mind was too foggy, his body too broken.

Alex then crouch so he was face to face to Ethan.

"You lost to the trash you bullied. How does that feel?"

Silence.

No response.

Alex's grip tightened.

"You're not talking."

His voice dropped lower, dangerously calm.

"Should I set you in flames like I did your friend over there?"

Ethan's eyes widened in horror.

The flickering image of Darrel, still screaming, still burning, flashed in his mind.

And for the first time—

True fear gripped him.

Ethan groaned, his voice weak but desperate—as if begging for mercy.

Alex stared at him for a moment, then let out a slow, tired sigh.

Ending Ethan's life here and now would be easy.

But looking at him—pathetic, broken, trembling in his grip—Alex realized something.

He wasn't even worth killing.

There were bigger threats ahead. The rest of the Beast Lords. That damned rabbit. And the deities outside who would dare to interfere with him.

Ethan at this point was nothing but a footnote.

Still, Alex decided to leave him with a warning.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl.

"Listen closely."

Ethan barely kept his eyes open.

But fear was visibly in his expression.

"If we ever cross paths again—even by mistake—" Alex's fingers dug into Ethan's scalp.

"Flee."

Ethan's breath hitched.

"Because the moment I lay eyes on you for two seconds, you're dead. Instantly. That's not a threat. It's a fact."

Then, with eerie calmness, Alex placed an explosion disk on Ethan's head.

Ethan froze, sensing something land on him, his body going stiff as a chill ran down his spine.

"You've been given a second chance golden boy," Alex said coldly. "But there won't be a third. So act accordingly."

Ethan nodded weakly, his entire body trembling.

The weight of those words crushed him more than any injury ever could.

Alex grip loosened, letting Ethan's head drop.

Ethan collapsed, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his body barely responding.

Alex then dismissed the back flame consuming Darrel who had gone silent. The faction leader wasn't dead but had rather gone unconscious from the pain.

Alex rolled his shoulders, stretching as he casually surveyed the battlefield.

All 300 players who had come at him were either unconscious or writhing in agony. Some groaned, some twitched, some didn't move at all.

Not a single one was left standing.

Except one.

Alex's eyes locked onto Jonah.

The only one who hadn't attacked.

Jonah stood stiff, his face unreadable, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

As for Nancy...

She was nowhere to be seen.

Alex's eyes flickered slightly.

He still didn't know how to feel about her.

But he pushed the thought aside.

With slow, deliberate steps, he walked toward Jonah.

Jonah tensed up instantly, his body stiff as a board.

His heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from his chest.

He hadn't engaged in the fight, couldn't bring himself to.

Fear gripped him.

But mixed in with that fear was confusion.

How had Alex changed so much?

He wanted to speak—to say something, anything.

But before he could, Alex walked right past him.

Not even sparing him a glance.

Then Alex spoke.

His voice was calm, yet icy cold.

"You picked your side. Next time, I won't be so lenient."

And then—

WHOOSH!

Alex vanished in an instant, blitzing away at a speed that made Jonah's breath hitch.

Jonah felt a chill run down his spine.

He didn't move.

Couldn't breathe.

Every single word Alex had uttered was like nails hammered into his body.

Alex put distance between himself and the battlefield, moving swiftly through the dense forest. The echoes of groans and scattered screams from the fallen players faded behind him.

He didn't look back.

Didn't need to.

The fight was already over.

His mind emptied of distractions, sharpening like a blade. Only his goal remained.

There were seven Beast Lords in this tutorial.

Two were already dead.

One by his hands.

The other taken down by the two warring factions.

That left five more.

And Alex planned to erase them all.

But he wasn't going to waste time hunting them one by one.

He brought his palms together, his fingers interlocking as power surged through his veins.

[Multiplicity]

A sharp pulse of energy rippled outwards.

In an instant—five identical copies of himself materialized, standing before him like ghostly reflections.

Alex's gaze flickered between them.

A small smirk formed.

Alex wasn't going to waste time.

Instead of hunting the Beast Lords one by one, he would eliminate them all at the same time—using his clones.

He didn't know exactly how strong the remaining Beast Lords were.

But he didn't care.

Soon he would upgrade the rest of his skills—and gain even more, further boosting his power.

His clones would inherit every improvement, growing just as strong.

With that in mind, he doubted they would face any real challenge.

His gaze swept over the five identical versions of himself, each standing confidently, their eyes sharp with anticipation.

Then Alex muttered:

"You know what to do."

The clones grinned, mirroring his own smirk.

Then—without hesitation—they vanished, each blitzing off in different directions, their paths set.

Each one had a target.

Each one was hunting a Beast Lord.

Alex cracked his knuckles, rubbing his palms together. A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face.

Now this...This was going to be fun.