Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 66: Disregarding A Diety

[Total Tutorial Points: 4010]

It was a staggering amount and he had barely done anything.

Each rank E beast he had killed had granted him 100 tutorial points, and adding the points he’d gained from the men he’d just eliminated, his total now stood at 4010.

For players like Alex, who weren’t blessed by the Blood Monarch or similar divine interventions, killing humans for tutorial points wasn’t nearly as rewarding as hunting monsters.

The numbers didn’t lie—monsters were the logical target for progress.

But logic didn’t always dictate the choices others made.

Alex’s jaw tightened as he thought about the path ahead.

He didn’t want to kill unless it was absolutely necessary, but the reality of the tutorial world was harsh.

Power attracted opposition, and with opposition came conflict.

He glanced down at the bloodstained ground, his expression cold.

It was inevitable that more bodies will drop.

Some people will have to l learn the hard way that I’m not someone to mess with.

Gods or men—it didn’t matter.

Anyone who dared to stand against him would find themselves in the same place.

And that place was ten feet under.

With renewed determination, Alex turned on his heel, his sights set on his original goal: the location of one of the tutorial bosses.

The faint urgency of his steps mirrored his growing awareness of the gods’ interference.

If divine forces were beginning to meddle, he needed to act quickly.

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The power they could grant others posed a dangerous imbalance.

There was no reason for Alex to dive deep into human conflicts or play the role of a vigilante hunting down player killers.

The more he got tangled in that mess, the harder it would be to walk away without getting emotionally consumed.

The deeper he went, the more personal it would become. And Alex wasn’t about to let that happen.

He reminded himself of his ultimate goal—strength.

That was the path he had chosen, and nothing was going to distract him from it.

Taking a step forward, Alex was already refocusing on his next move when a notification appeared in his vision, halting him in his tracks. His eyes narrowed as he read the message.

This had to be some sort of joke.

"Seriously…" he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Ding!

[You have killed a candidate of the Blood Monarch.]

[The Blood Monarch has set his eyes on you.]

[The Blood Monarch wants to make you a candidate for his legacy.]

[Will you accept?]

Alex’s lips pressed into a thin line as the name sank in:

Blood Monarch.

The name of the god Luther’s men had mentioned. The one rewarding its candidates for killing other players.

A god that disgusted Alex with its twisted games.

"Blood Monarch, huh?" Alex muttered, his tone growing colder. "So now you’ve got your eyes on me?"

He clenched his fists, his annoyance clear.

The Blood Monarch wanted to make him its candidate—a pawn in its cruel, chaotic system of murder and power.

Alex stared at the notification for a moment, considering the offer. A small smirk formed on his face, sharp and humorless.

Well, my answer to that is...

Alex glanced at the notification again, his expression unreadable as the words stared back at him.

[The Blood Monarch has set his eyes on you.]

[The Blood Monarch wants to make you a candidate for his legacy.]

[Will you accept?]

"Accept my foot!"

Alex scoffed.

With a sharp motion of his hand, he dismissed the notification, the glowing text fading out of sight.

There wasn’t a chance he’d choose such a pathetic path.

Hunting monsters was where his focus lay—the adrenaline, the challenge, the sheer thrill of it all. That was the path he relished.

The thought of bowing to a so-called god, to be a pawn in some divine chess game, was laughable.

Alex knew he was destined for more.

Why stoop to the level of serving a god when his potential could take him beyond even their lofty heights?

The thought made him chuckle softly, his stride unwavering as he resumed walking toward his destination.

But just as he was settling back into his pace, an unsettling chill prickled at the back of his neck.

The air grew heavy, and oppressive, like an unseen force was pressing down on him. His steps faltered as an eerie silence swallowed the world around him.

Alex’s eyes darted around, taking in his surroundings.

Everything was... still. Too still.

He turned his head and realized with a sinking feeling that time itself had stopped.

Leaves that had been rustling in the wind now hung frozen in mid-air.

A bird mid-flight hovered motionless like a statue.

Even the faint sound of the forest had gone utterly silent.

The world around Alex shifted suddenly as if someone had yanked the color out of reality itself.

Everything bled into black and white, the once-vibrant landscape now drained of life.

He paused, glancing around with a mix of amusement and confusion. What was happening?

Then, a grotesque sound broke the silence—a wet, squelching noise that sent a chill down his spine.

Alex’s eyes snapped to the source of the sound. Vines, thick and twisted, emerged from the ground, their crimson tips dripping with something eerily familiar.

The vines slithered like serpents, coiling around the trees, their movement unnatural, like something straight out of a nightmare.

And then, Alex saw it.

Pools of blood began to form on the ground beneath the vines, the thick liquid oozing from the roots, staining the earth.

His expression darkened.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what this was.

The blood. The vines. The crimson oozing from the ground. This had Blood Monarch written all over it.

Clearly, the god hadn’t taken kindly to Alex’s refusal.

So, instead of directly confronting him, the Blood Monarch had decided to make his presence known in the most unsettling way possible.

Alex’s frown deepened, but he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of clarity.

This was the tutorial. There were supposed to be rules according to oracles.

And for a god to pull something like this here…

He shook his head, his lips curling into a bitter smirk.

At this point, Alex was starting to question everything the Overseer had told him.

If the Blood Monarch could pull strings like this, then the Overseer was clearly letting things get out of hand.

Clearly, the rabbit wanted him dead.

Alex felt a rush of cold determination flood his body, and he clenched his fists.

His response was simple, even as the world around him twisted.

"Bring it."

He wasn’t going to back down.

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Not now, not ever.

Even if it cost him his life, he was taking a piece of the rabbit’s ear down to hell with him.

He’d make sure of that.

Then, suddenly, Alex’s body froze as a blood-curdling voice filled the air.

It was like ice gripping his bones, his entire body shuddering involuntarily under the weight of it.

The pressure in the air grew thick, suffocating, like he was standing in the middle of a storm.

But Alex didn’t let it control him.

[Bold of you, human. To kill my candidates and refuse my proposal.]

The voice boomed around him, its presence a terrifying force.

The pressure intensified, crushing the air, but Alex stood tall.

His expression remained unfazed as he spoke, his voice calm, like he was addressing a minor inconvenience.

"Kill whose candidates and refuse whose proposal?"

...

There was a silence.

The voice seemed to be thrown off by the response.

Alex continued.

"Also, don’t you have any manners? You should introduce yourself first before talking all this nonsense."

The voice faltered.

[What?]

It was the sound of complete confusion.

Obviously, the Blood Monarch hadn’t expected Alex to respond like this.

"Didn’t you hear me the first time?" Alex spat out in annoyance.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"