Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 489: His New Power

A low breeze combed the tall grass of Sivagadh’s training plain that located in different dimension from the main city, brushing ripples across the green expanse.

Clyde and Asqa waited near a marble sparring circle. Samuel strode toward them, spear slung at his back, resolve etched across his face.

Clyde gave a small nod. "Morning. Still certain about what you wanted?"

Samuel drew a breath. "As certain as I’ve ever been. I meant what I said. I need this power. Whatever it takes."

Clyde’s expression still look calm and even as always.

"This isn’t like learning a new stance or technique. The force I’ll open to you is older than the cosmos and the higher beings. It was an entity that doesn’t think like we do. It reshapes you from the inside out. You will feel pain and disoriented feeling."

Samuel hesitated only a heartbeat, then squared his shoulders.

"When the Selection Stage took my family, I swore I wouldn’t stay weak. If walking through fire is the price, then light it," Samuel said with determination.

Asqa watched him, searching his face. "You thing you willl remember who you are when it’s over?"

"I’ll remember why I’m fighting," he answered.

Asqa just nodded. She didn’t feel the feeling Clyde said earlier. Because she was just technically receiving it from the Ancient One Himself adter spending so long with Clyde. But she can’t say the same to the others.

Clyde exhaled. "Very well."

He motioned Samuel to stand in a ground in front of him. The black mist in Clyde’s body thickened, drawing threads of tendrils that dancing up from his body.

Clyde pressed his palm to Samuel’s sternum and the tendrils and black mist curling toward him, all looking ominous.

A column of darkness filled with speck of light like night sky full os stars enveloped Samuel. He arched back, jaw clenched to stifle a scream, as unseen claws rewrote his essence.

Minutes stretched like hours; then the black mist receded, leaving him kneeling. His breath ragged and his eyes blazing with newly kindled power.

Clyde offered a hand. Samuel grasped it and rose unsteadily.

"It’s done," Clyde said quietly.

Samuel flexed his fingers, feeling the alien strength coursing beneath his skin.

"It hurts," he admitted with his hoarse voice, "but it’s a pain that I can use. Its still better than when I saw my family died."

Clyde allowed a faint smile. "Good. But you must keep this secret for now. Don’t say this to the High Council."

"I understand," Samuel said.

As the morning sun crept over Sivagadh’s distant battlements, the three of them stood together in the circle.

Samuel begin to adapt to his new power.

He planted his feet on the ground, rolled his shoulders, and drew the spear from its sling.

Power surging like waves beneath his skin like an electric itch that hummed in his bones and pulsed behind his eyes.

He took a single calming breath, then start to move.

The first sweep was a simple crescent slash meant only to gauge balance, but a ribbon of ink-black mist fanned from the spearhead, trailing shimmering motes.

The air hissed where it passed, grass flattening in a widening arc.

Samuel’s eyes widened, but he didn’t falter. He pivoted and reversed the swing into an upward cut.

The dark vapor coiled this time, forming a spiraling traces that lingered before dissolving into thin sparkles of black magic energy.

Each motion felt heavy and hot in his body. Pain blooming along his arms and down his spine yet the weapon responded with frightening precision, as though guided by something beyond muscle and will.

He thrust forward then a condensed bolt of shadow shot from the tip of his spear, ripping a channel through the grass thirty meters long. The ground smoldered immediately where it struck.

Asqa watched with arms folded, eyebrows lifting in open approval. "I think he like the power." novelbuddy-cσ๓

Clyde merely nodded. "Yeah. It can be exhilarating."

Samuel exhaled through clenched teeth, sweat beading on his brow, but a fierce grin spread across his face.

He spun the spear behind his back, settled into a low stance, and began a full stance—whirls, jabs, vaulting strikes—each movement leaving black mist in his wake.

The plain looked as though comet trails had been carved into the morning.

The burning in his veins intensified, but also the certainty that now his every heartbeat carried more power.

When at last he stopped, the mist folded back into his body, and the scorched grass whispered in the wind.

"I can use this," Samuel said between breaths, meeting Clyde’s gaze with blazing determination. "I will use it against the higher beings who stands in the way."

Clyde’s answering smile was thin and sharp. "Good. Get ready because we still have long way to go."

Samuel nodded, gripping his spear as the new dark power simmered beneath his skin.

Clyde nodded at Samuel’s.

"Drill the basics until you grasp thay new power. When the fight againts the Celestials come, you’ll need to master it already."

Samuel’s grin was feral. "Understood. I’ll be ready."

Asqa offered the fighter a brief nod as well.

"We gotta go now."

With farewells exchanged, Clyde lifted a hand. Space split in front of them; on the other side roiled a bruised-violet sky and jagged islands of obsidian. Pale torii gates that cracked and half-toppled floated among drifting sakura petals turned the colour of ash.

They stepped through. The portal folded shut, leaving Samuel alone with the scent of scorched grass and new purpose.

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The air in Susanoo’s abandoned domain was heavy, tasting of salt and old thunder. Black waves crashed against glassy cliffs where once a storm-god’s palace stood.

Only shattered columns and rust-flecked tridents remained, jutting from the ground.

Asqa’s boots crunched on broken roof tiles. "Feels emptier than the last time."

"His power has finally faded," Clyde replied, studying the ruins. "I hope it doesn’t take long for us to convince them to come to Sivagadh Fortress."

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