Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 474: A Nest

Clyde raised his hand, lightning forming in a sharp pulse at his palm. It was white and blue in color. No trace of black corruption in it now. He wasn’t calling on the power of the Ancient One this time. This was his own magic power.

BLAAARR!!

A streak of searing light burst from his palm, arcing across the twisted landscape like a lance. The beam struck the cracked ground with a deafening blast and rupturing the surface in a blinding flash of light and force.

But the monster wasn’t there.

The place where it should’ve been was empty. There was only smoking and fractured stone left in its place. The abomination had moved so fast.

Clyde blinked, eyes narrowing slightly, a faint grin curling at the edge of his lips. "Huh..."

He was surprised and even amused.

His lightning rarely missed. But that thing had dodged it. Moved with speed that not fitting its grotesque and oversized form. It wasn’t just a mindless monster. It was fast and have a mind to react in time.

Clyde saw a blur of black anc crimson and then before he could react fully the monster was right in front of him. Its jointed arms sparked with magic power.

"AAAAAAA!!!"

It shrieked again and unleashed a bolt of black lightning. The chaotic energy cracked through the air and slammed into Clyde.

The force threw him several meters backward, his boots scraping trails into the corrupted ground before he rolled and came to a hard stop. Smoke rose from his scorched coat. There was a smoldering hole torn near the shoulder part of it.

Clyde straightened his body then brushed the soot from his coat with a scoff.

"That’s new," he muttered.

He looked up at the creature again, eyes gleaming with interest.

"These monsters mutated far beyond the normal ones I used to kill. I wonder if they’ll give more Exp or something else when I kill them."

With that, he unsheathed his sword in one smooth motion.

The blade of Elderglass sword rang faintly immediately resonating with Clyde’s magic. As he poured energy into it blue lightning surged across its translucent blade, wrapping the weapon in threads of power.

After that, Clyde charged with lightning-fast movement.

He closed the distance with a flash of light and slashed through one of the monster’s arms.

The blade hissed through flesh and crystal like paper.

"AAAAAAA!!!"

A screech tore from the creature as its limb exploded into shards of corrupted matter.

It retaliated but Clyde was already gone, moving again to behind it, beside it, and above it while keep slashing. Each attack from Elderglass sword carved deep into the monster’s body.

He cut its leg, carved down its shoulder to the spine and torn the back open by a spinning arc of lightning slash.

The creature staggered for few moments then collapsing in spasms, leaking black-red essence onto the ground. Its movements slowed, twitching helplessly as its limbs no longer responded.

Then Clyde stood before it with sword in hand. His eyes fixed on the vertical mouth.

That eyes was still there and watching. Still conscious.

It stared up at him with a look that almost resembled relief.

Without a word, Clyde drove the point of Elderglass through the eye. The creature spasmed once more then fell still.

From its mangled chest a stone, roughly the size of a palm rolled free. It pulsed with red and black light like a heart still beating long after death. The glow was erratic.

Clyde picked it up carefully.

It was warm as if alive or something close to it.

But then his expression darkened slightly.

"...No Exp."

His fingers closed around the stone.

Whatever this world had become, its monsters didn’t follow the rules of the World Master at all.

He stared down at the pulsing red-and-black stone in his hand for few more moments. He turned the stone over slowly between his fingers while deep in thought.

"Even if this world feels completely cut off from the usual cosmos. The World Master wasa interested in it."

This entire realm felt wrong, disconnected, abandoned, but it was not useless.

"Feels like some kind of private farm for the World Masters," he thought grimly, "designed to cultivate something exclusive thaat only they can use."

Maybe for resources, power, or experiments. Whatever was happening here, it was valuable enough for the World Master — or perhaps something above even them — to preserve it in isolation.

He glanced once more at the stone, then place it into his Inventory.

When he got back, he would ask Agatha for more information. But for now, he had a job to finish.

Clyde reached into his coat and pulled out the obsidian disc Agatha had given him. He poured his magic into it.

The runes etched into the disc flared to life, and above it, a translucent holographic map blinked into view. He can see shifting red lines, glowing markers, and one blinking location ahead.

[Target located: Myrraline Shards.]

He nodded once and began moving.

After about a minute of navigating the terrain, Clyde reached a place that looked even stranger than the rest.

The Myrraline Shard site was nestled inside what used to be a mountain crater but now, the crater had transformed into a spiraling basin of floating stone rings, each layer orbiting a pulsing violet core at the center.

The ground here shimmered and cracked. Veins of glowing blue and purple crystal jutted from the floor and walls, and strange pulsing half-organic half-mineral spires grew upward.

All around the basin, monsters roamed.

But these were different from the one he had just fought. These were smallers.

Some resembled wolves made from shattered glass and flesh. Their eyes replaced with flickering blue flames. Others were floating jellyfish-like creatures, their translucent bodies trailing black mist and twitching with lightning sparks.

And then there were the tall and hunched things with too many limbs, dragging long chains of fused bone and crystal behind them. Their faces looks like a masks white porcelain that cracked and bleeding, as if worn to hide something worse beneath.

Clyde crouched low behind a jagged rock, analyzing the terrain and the number of enemies.

"Looks like a whole nest," he murmured.

His eyes flicking toward the violet glow at the center of the crater.

Time to get what he came for.

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