Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 570: Not Interfering

Clyde and Mina moved deeper into the streets. With every step, the city felt stranger and gave them more pressure. It was no longer just ruined and littered with corpses. It was reacting.

The walls beside them pulsed faintly. Lines of light crawled through cracks in concrete, glowing with a muted, unnatural color.

The street beneath their boots vibrated subtle but constantly, like a living thing breathing under their feet.

Clyde slowed.

He placed the butt of his spear lightly against the asphalt. The vibration traveled up the shaft.

"The city’s emitting energy," he said.

Mina froze and looked at the walls emitting faint lights. "That means... The buildings too?"

Clyde nodded, eyes scanning the warped skyline.

She swallowed. Her throat felt dry. "You’re saying the city is... alive?"

"Not alive like us," he replied. "But not dead either. I’m not surprised if they start to move as well."

Mina stared at the nearest building. The surface twitched, almost imperceptibly, like muscle under skin.

For a brief moment her face was filled with disbelief.

Then she clenched her fists.

"Okay," she said quietly. "We just have to treat it like everything else, right?"

Clyde nodded and they moved on.

The first monster finally came from a collapsed alley.

It was once human. That much was clear. Its arms fused with rusted rebar. Half its torso was replaced by concrete and twisted metal sheets.

Its legs dragged unevenly, one replaced by a wheel embedded into flesh and bone.

It screamed when it saw them. The sound scraped against the air like tearing steel.

Mina moved first.

She slid in low, daggers flashing, severing tendons that were more metal than muscle.

Clyde followed immediately and sent his spear piercing straight through the creature’s chest, cracking cement and bone.

The body collapsed into a heap of scrap and gore.

Blue particles rose from the remains.

They did not linger. Because more of them came.

A dog-shaped mass of flesh and iron burst from behind a wrecked car, jaws lined with broken glass and nails. Clyde impaled it mid-leap. Mina moved and killed it before it hit the ground.

Then another one of the monsters came. Then three more.

The monsters that appeared were mutated humans with traffic signs fused to their spines, animals bound together with wires and trash iron with limbs reinforced with asphalt and steel beams.

At first, Mina stared at them with surprise before attacking.

Then she stopped reacting. She adapted quickly. The monsters were grotesque, but slow and unstable. Poorly fused.

They killed efficiently.

With each fallen creature, more light dissolved into their bodies and more strength accumulated.

"This apocalypse is getting stranger," Mina said after the last body fell apart. "It’s like reality gave up trying to make sense."

Clyde wiped his spear clean against a cracked wall. "This is nothing."

She looked at him. Not sharply or accusingly. Just a quiet glance.

He said this was nothing.

The word echoed in her head. The way he said it was not bravado. It was a certainty.

He knew more. Not just how to fight in this hellish world. But what this was. What was shaping the city and the world. What kind of end they were walking through.

Mina opened her mouth. Then she closed it again.

If Clyde-Jack wanted to say it, he would. For now, surviving mattered more in Mina’s mind.

They turned a corner.

The street widened into what had once been a plaza.

At its center stood something.

It was huge. A towering mass of human and animal bodies fused together, dozens of torsos twisted into one structure. Arms protruded at weird angles, gripping chunks of concrete and steel like weapons. Faces were embedded everywhere. Some screamed. Some wept and some of them stared blankly.

Metal beams formed a crude spine behind its back. Asphalt wrapped around it like armor. Broken streetlights jutted from its shoulders.

The air around it throbbed with violent magical energy.

Mina’s grip tightened.

The thing noticed them. Every face turned at once. Then It roared.

The ground cracked as it charged.

Clyde stepped forward first.

The impact shook the plaza when the monster slammed down, fists crushing pavement.

Mina vanished to the side, her daggers carving through its exposed skins.

Clyde drove his spear deep into the core, magic energy flaring as concrete shattered outward.

The creature lashed wildly, making the bodies tearing apart under its own movement.

Clyde pulled back and thrust again countless times.

Mina jumped and plunging both daggers into a screaming face near the center.

The monster convulsed.

After so many attacks, it collapsed.

Bodies fell apart. Metal clanged against stone. The magical energy surged once, then dissipated.

EXP poured into them like a flood.

The plaza fell silent after the monster died.

Mina let out a long breath.

Clyde withdrew his spear.

"Like I said before. This is only the beginning," he said. "It will get so much worse from here."

Suddenly they heard a distant scream filled with sharp and panicked sounds. It was followed by the clang of metal, then an explosion that shook the buildings around them.

Dust drifted down from above, and something collapsed several streets away.

"That’s the sound of fighting," she said.

Clyde was already turning in that direction. "Yeah."

They moved there, boots striking broken pavement as the sounds grew clearer.

Shouts echoed between buildings. Another blast flared briefly, lighting the street with orange light.

When they reached the intersection, they saw three people fighting.

There was a man with a battered shield. A woman firing bursts of unstable magic that flickered and failed between casts. Another man lay on one knee, blood soaking his pants as he tried to stand.

They were fighting the same monsters Clyde and Mina had fought earlier. Twisted human forms fused with steel scraps and concrete chunks.

"They’re going to die," Mina said.

She looked at Clyde. "Should we help them?"

Clyde didn’t answer immediately.

He watched the fight in silence. Another explosion went off. The woman screamed as recoil threw her backward.

After a moment, he shook his head.

"No," he said.

Mina stared at him. "What?"

"They’ll either survive," Clyde continued calmly, "or they won’t. Intervening will not change anything."

He turned away and started walking.

Mina didn’t move at first.

She looked back at the battle. Her fingers tightened around her daggers.

Then she saw Clyde’s back, already moving farther down the street.

Mina closed her eyes. She sighed.

Then she shook her head hard as if forcing something down inside her chest.

Without another word, she turned and followed Clyde.

The sounds of fighting faded behind them.

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