Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 467: Start Happening

Agatha stood by the wide observation window of her white-walled chamber. Her eyes cast over the roiling chaos far below. Through the holigraphic screen the world beneath looked like a slow seething storm. She can see the broken cities, cracking skies, and fires that refused to die.

But her eyes weren’t really on the destruction. They were tracing movements. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Her gloved fingers tapped thoughtfully against her tigh as she watched.

She saw a young woman dragging three survivors through a collapsing street. Her arm shattered but still swinging a sword. Then she saw a boy barely into his teens who screamed something defiant before sending a burst of silver light into the throat of a monster.

And in another places she saw anothera group of cloaked figures moving through the debris like they belonged there, like they had always known that this apocalype was coming so they were prepared.

She can see potential in them. Not heroes. But she could feel it in the marrow of the moment. Some of them would rise. As the tools for the higher beings pupose.

Still... Agatha’s smile thinned as her thoughts drifted from the surface to the far more uncertain skies above. "Would any of that matter anymore?"

The balance that once bound the higher realms was crumbling. Clyde and Asqa weren’t simply shaking the pillars of old power. They were kicking them down. One by one.

She had thought they would bide their time and focusing on the spread of the Corruption. Let it eat the old order like rust on ancient steel. That had been the plan she thought they would do. The quiet and patient annihilation of the divine hierarchy.

But no.

They had made a move no one expected which is a direct strike against the Celestials themselves. Again.

Agatha still hadn’t received the full report about who is the Celestials and no confirmations. No word if any of the Celestials had survived. But Clyde wouldn’t have acted without certainty.

He was surgical in his destruction. If he attack the Celestials, it wasn’t for show. It was a message and perhaps a turning point.

The thought should have chilled her. It didn’t. Instead, she stepped away from the screen and walked to the corner of the room where a sleek black coffee machine sat on the table.

She pressed a button. The machine whirred to life, steam rising as the scent of rich, dark roast filled the air.

She hummed an old tune under her breath, something soft and slow from the mortal world, as she prepared her drink. The melody twisting slightly with each bar, just enough to sound unfamiliar.

The taste was perfect. She took a sip then sat on the edge of her desk with legs crossed, eyes distant with thought.

She would just let the Bureau worry. Director Morvius will pace in his room in panic, drinking and send his spies by now because he would realize that someone had betrayed the Bureau.

Agatha had already stepped away from that decaying tower of control. She had made her choice and now its too late to back down.

She had allied herself with something larger, something that seems unstoppable. With Clyde and Asqa, and with whatever power they truly were.

And in doing so, she thought that she had secured her place in the world to come with whatever form that world might take.

The foundations of the old cosmos may crack. The stars may shift. But Agatha would endure that time.

And when the ashes cooled she would be standing.

"Hehehe..."

The Bureau remained too overwhelmed to look back. Director Morvius, burdened by fear and the pressure from higher beings, would stay buried in his own chaos.

Agatha imagined his state right now. Swimming through reports of spreading Corruption, negotiating with angry higher beings, all while trying to preserve the illusion of control.

They wouldn’t have time to turn their attention to their own circle yet.

Clyde had told her very little information about what he did when he visited the Bureau, just enough. He said that he had acquired the coordinates to every last domain mapped and memorized in the Bureau’s archive. And with that, the Bureau’s deepest vaults had been plundered.

Agatha had handed over the key to him.

It was treason of the highest order. The kind of act that could fracture her soul across realities if judged by the old laws.

She wouldn’t have dared imagine such a thing before, but now was different.

She sipped her coffee and watched another monster fall to a spear, its shriek lost in the flames below. The apocalypse unfolded like theater.

She let herself lean back slightly, exhaling through her nose. If the old cosmos must burn to be reborn, then so be it.

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Far above, within the Bureau’s inner building, Director Morvius moved with unusual haste. His footsteps echoed against the polished white stone of the corridor, cloak flaring behind him.

The door to the Observation Wing hissed open. Without breaking stride, he gestured sharply.

"All of you. Out," he barked.

Technicians and junior analysts scrambled. Only two remained: his long-serving secretary and the head of the Wing, a stooped man with thinning white hair.

Once the room was sealed, Morvius turned on the older man.

"I think this is room is secure right now," he said. "Now talk. What did you find about Agatha?"

The old observer gave a small nod, then turned toward the control hub. With a few quick inputs, he brought up a long stream of flagged anomalies.

"She’s careful on whatever she was doing," the old man began. "Doesn’t leave much of a trail and I almost never see something strange. But I found something."

Morvius leaned in. His voice was sharp. "Go on."

"During one of the day in the early scenario of the world she is supervising, Agatha rerouted all monitoring authority for a full day. Claimed it was for an emergency recalibration for the scenario because something unexpected was happening," The man’s eyes flicked toward Morvius. "But there was no emergency. The said calibration was never logged."

Morvius’s jaw tightened.

"She manipulated an entire day of scenario?"

"Yes, diector," the old staffer said.

Morvius’s let out a sharp sigh.

"Do you know why she doing that?" he asked slowly.

"No. But I’d bet my soul it was the time when she met with Clyde."

Morvius stepped back, hand running down his face. He didn’t speak for a long moment. The silence dragged until it frayed the edge of the room.

Then, his voice returned. Not in anger, but cold and low.

"She’s the traitor."

The secretary said nothing. The old observer merely nodded once.

Morvius turned toward the window overlooking a pale expanse of clouds. The Bureau was bleeding. The higher beings were losing their patience. And now, with Agatha’s betrayal and Clyde moving unchecked, they were no longer just losing ground, they were losing control.

He took a slow breath. Then turned back.

"We say nothing for now," Morvius muttered. "Let her think we’re still blind."

"But what do we do?" the secretary asked, finally breaking her silence.

Morvius stared at the darkened screen. "We focus our eyes on her. She will eventually come in contact with Clyde again."

The old man and the secretary nodded.

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The world shifted around them as Clyde and Asqa stepped through the portal.

This Ruin greeted them with the familiar scenery. The sky above was filled with jagged crack. The ground was ruined with corpses of man and monsters.

Clyde exhaled as his boots touched the ground.

"They all feel the same now," Asqa said behind him.

Clyde offered a short nod. "Yeah."

They stood still for a moment. Around them they hear the faint rumbles. The things that survived here had already sensed them.

Clyde looked out over the horizon, where silhouettes began to emerge in the distance. Some large, others sleek and fast.

"They’re coming," he said, his voice flat.

"Of course they are," Asqa sighed tiredly. "Then we kill them, again and again, because we need to raise our level."

Clyde turned slightly, a wry smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. "Getting tired of this already?"

"I was tired three Ruins ago."

They moved forward together, boots crunching across the fields. The creatures charged now, snarling and hissing.

Asqa summoned her wand. Clyde’s hands ignited with fire.

"I miss the days when we were tearing down domain of the Celestials," Asqa muttered. "This feels like a just janitor work."

"Necessary janitor work," Clyde replied. "Until Sivagadh Fortress is ready, we do this."

The high council of the Sivagadh Fortress was still channeling and weaving the enchanted dimension that would serve as their shelter for the hundreds, maybe thousands, who had lose their masters.

But the that place wasn’t ready yet.

So they cleared the Ruins. Killing the leftover beasts and raise their levels. Preparing for whatever came next.

They never suspected that their doo was starting happen behind their eyes.

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