Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 427: Taking The Information

Outside the blackened tower where Clyde and Asqa walked calmly behind Morvius who had been humbled by Clyde’s display of power, the world itself teetered on the edge of chaos.

The World Master Bureau’s elite guards who dressed in pristine white uniforms and armored plates that shimmered under the growing fire burning their buildings, held their ground before the invading Demon army.

Crimson light from burning debris danced across their disciplined ranks, their weapons drawn, and their muscles tensed.

Across from them, the Demon army stood just as still like an overwhelming tide of monstrous silhouettes in jagged armor, horns glinting, eyes glowing like embers in the smoke.

Their advance had halted not due to fear of the guards, but obedience. They did not act without command.

And that command, somehow, did not come from one of their own. Because there were no leaders present among them.

So the guards can only think about one possibility. The order had came from the creature—Clyde—a being not born of the Hell, nor aligned with the Demon, but something other. Something even these Demons chose to obey.

The guards, trained to face horrors from across realms, had no protocol for this. They could understand a raid, a summoned horde, even a Demon King’s wrath. But an organized Demon army waiting patiently for a human’s signal? That shook them.

They didn’t want a battle. Not against these odds. Not with these implications.

Thw man inside the director’s chamber is clearly An anomaly with power beyond definition.

No one moved. Tension hung like a blade in the air.

The Demons waited and the guards watched.

And in the heart of the storm, Clyde dictated the tempo of this war.

The guards stood shoulder to shoulder, their breaths held as though even inhaling too deeply might trigger a war.

They stared into the hellish wall of Demon warriors across from them.

No one spoke aloud, but the air between them was thick with silent thoughts.

"Still no movement," one of them finally muttered under his breath, voice hoarse from tension. "They’re... just standing there."

"I looks like they waiting," another guard replied. "For something. Or an order from someone."

Their captain didn’t turn his head, only spoke quietly, eyes fixed forward. "We were supposed to hold out until a World Master arrived. That was the protocol."

"That was before these Demon came, sir," said a younger guard, nodding toward the towering shapes beyond the smoke. "This isn’t a raid. It’s a coordinated force and we still don’t know how many more are waiting on the other side of that portal."

The word "portal" made a few shift uneasily.

What if it opened again? What if more of the Demon came?

But even with that fear, the strangest part—the part none of them could make sense of—was that the Demon army had stopped advancing.

"They’re following him," whispered one of the guards. "That... thing in the director’s chamber. He walked right in, and now this. I’m sure they’re listening to him."

The captain swallowed hard. "The directot must be buying us time right now. That’s all we have now. We just have to wait."

"And if the World Master is also not able to hold these Demon army?" someone asked.

No one answered.

Silence returned, heavy and suffocating.

They stood firm because they had no choice—but beneath the armor, their hope clung to a thread: that the man inside with the Demons’ leash in his hand could hold them long enough at least until the World Master come.

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Inside the chamber lined with ancient tablets and softly glowing data tubes, Clyde and Asqa stood with Morvius beneath the light of the chamber.

The walls hum with the weight of knowledge stored within them. The centuries of secrets locked in carefully guarded vessels.

Clyde stepped forward slowly, eyes drifting along the neatly arranged shelves. He let out a low whistle.

"Impressive. I didn’t expect you to store this much information. It’s like a museum and archive combined."

Morvius, standing a few paces behind, folded his arms and said curtly, "It’s plenty enough."

His tone made it clear he had no intention of offering more details.

Asqa, however, wasn’t interested in being brushed aside. She turned sharply toward him, her violet eyes narrow and cold.

"What more do you know... about us?" she asked, her voice calm, but laced with danger.

Morvius stiffened. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. He could feel the weight of their presence pressing in on him.

Somehow, instinct or fear told him that lies would be useless here. These two could sense if he lying.

"I know," he admitted quietly, "about almost everything that happened in your world. The one you came from. Your cities, your conflicts, your fall. Our job is to observe but not interfere."

Clyde exchanged a glance with Asqa, who remained silent for a moment, then extended a hand.

"Give us the data from that world."

Morvius hesitated only briefly, then lifted one arm. A shimmering glyph formed in the air, and with a subtle twist of his wrist, a tube fly8ng from its shelf—metallic, glass-like, and a meter long, softly glowing with embedded runes.

He flinched slightly, half-expecting Asqa to crush it as Clyde had destroyed things before. But this time, she simply reached out and took the tube from his hand, holding it with unexpected care.

She stared at it for a moment, then nodded. "We’ll see if you’ve told the truth."

Morvius said nothing, but inside, he exhaled in relief.

But then he realised that, they might be come here not just to destroy. They might be came for knowledge stored here, and that might be worse.

Worry coiled in Morvius’s chest. The possibility that Clyde and Asqa had come not just to confront the bureau, but to harvest the knowledge stored in this chamber—the memories, the histories, the hidden truths—unnerved him far more than the threat of physical destruction.

And so he kept his mouth shut, choosing silence over offering ideas they hadn’t yet acted on.

But Clyde wasn’t finished.

His eyes wandered again, scanning the walls with calm intensity.

"What about the coordinates," he said, voice low, "to every portal to every domain?"

Morvius stiffened. That was exactly what he had feared.

Clyde turned his gaze toward him without emotion, the glow from the runes reflecting off his eyes.

"You were thinking about it. So give it to me."

Morvius gritted his teeth. There was no point denying it. But that didn’t mean he would give in easily. He forced himself to meet Clyde’s gaze.

"What do you plan to do with that kind of information?" Morvius asked.

"You know what I want," Clyde replied coldly. "Just give me those."

Morvius’s jaw tightened. "And if I refuse?" he asked, his voice cracking just slightly beneath the weight of tension. "If I choose not to hand it over?"

Clyde sighed, raising a hand to scratch the side of his head as though it were an annoyance more than a challenge.

"I don’t want to destroy everything you’ve preserved here," he said. "Don’t worry. I’ve never planned to do that. This place... it’s valuable."

He stepped closer, and the air grew heavier.

"But if you don’t want to do it willingly," he continued, eyes now locked onto Morvius, "then you’ll do it under my influence. You will have no will and no mind. Just obedience to me. Which do you choose?"

Morvius froze. More of cold sweat broke across his back.

The idea of Clyde ripping away his mind and bending him into a puppet to open sacred knowledge he had sworn to protect was a fate worse than death.

And the way Clyde said it made it all the more terrifying. He wasn’t bluffing.

Morvius’s breath quickened. He had studied the higher beings. The Demons, Celestials, and Angels. Of course he got that deep knowledge about them including their domain location within the realms.

If he can trade it with his sanity, he will do it.

Asqa said nothing, only stood silently, eyes watching every Morvius’s move.

The silence stretched.

Morvius finally looked away.

"Fine," he whispered. "I’ll give you the portal coordinates."

Clyde nodded once. "Good."

He now knew that the World Masters would be too late.

Morvius exhaled slowly, resigning himself to what had to be done.

He stretched both hands outward, fingers splayed wide, and a surge of white magical energy burst forth from his body.

The air rippled around him.

Glyphs and sigils etched into the chamber walls responded, flaring to life in resonance.

From the countless shelves encircling them, dozens upon dozens of tablets lifted into the air.

They rose one after another, pulled by Morvius’s power, until nearly a hundred tablets hovered in a slow orbit around them like moons circling a silent core.

The light from them bathed the room in a shifting glow all dancing across Clyde’s face as he watched quietly.

With a deep breath and a tightening motion of his hands, Morvius pulled the tablets inward.

The floating tablets trembled, light intensifying, then began to converge.

Magical streams connected them like webbing, the data flowing from one into the next. Runes fused, layers of enchantment folded into one another.

Bit by bit, they collapsed into a tablet.

In a final flash of light, what remained was a single square tablet in size of 30 centimeters square. It was dark and rimmed in glowing silver.

It hovered gently in front of Morvius.

"The coordinates to every domain is here," he said quietly.

Clyde take it from his hand.

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