Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 575: Another Crazy Ideas

Clyde did not move forward. He and Mina stayed where they were while half-hidden behind the corner of a collapsed building, close enough to see but far enough to retreat if needed.

Dust still hung in the air from the fallen building, drifting slowly between broken streetlights.

Mina shifted her weight, her eyes following the group as they spread out again.

For a moment, she thought Clyde intended to move on and search for another target.

Instead, he decided to stay here longer.

"Qe need to watch this," Clyde said. "If we ever run into them later, I want to know what they can do."

Mina considered that, then nodded. It made sense. Knowing an enemy’s skills mattered just as much as raw power.

They stayed where they were.

Ahead of them, the group had already found another target.

A moving house dragged itself out from between two taller buildings. It was smaller than the office structure before, a squat two-story residential block with cracked walls and a sagging roof.

Its movement was crude and direct. Pillars tore themselves free from the ground and slammed forward like clubs.

The windows burst outward as furniture shot through them at violent speed, chairs and cabinets spinning like shrapnel.

There was no strategy to form the house monster. Just force.

The house lurched forward again, throwing a refrigerator down the street. It shattered against the pavement and screeched as it split apart.

The players did not retreat.

One of them stepped forward and raised his hand. Sharp and blinding lightning crackled around his arm. He thrust it forward and a bolt slammed straight into the house’s upper floor.

The impact blasted a hole clean through the wall, electricity crawling across exposed beams and wiring before detonating again from the inside.

Another figure moved almost immediately after. It was a woman who shot upward into the air.

For a second, Clyde wondered if she could fly. Then he realized it was something else. It was just a powerful leap, boosted by skill.

She came down like a falling spear. Her weapon smashing into the roof and driving straight through it.

The structure buckled beneath her impact.

The house roared and swung a pillar toward her position, but she was already gone, springing backward before it could hit her.

Two others closed in from opposite sides.

One of them wielded a heavy weapon and fought relentlessly, striking nonstop. His hits shattered chunks of wall and floor, not giving the structure any time to recover or stabilize.

The other fought with speed of short bursts of movement and sudden dashes. His attacks aimed at joints and load-bearing points rather than surface damage. Hisal attack weakened the house’s balance further.

The last one stayed slightly back, launching repeated attacks that exploded on contact. Each hit tore deeper into the structure, blowing apart internal supports and sending clouds of dust pouring out from within.

Everything about their fighting style was aggressive.

No one defended or held position. They pressed forward constantly, overwhelming the house before it could build any momentum.

The house tried again. It rips a support free and hurls it down the street. It missed. The pillar crashed uselessly against a ruined car.

Moments later, the foundation failed.

The house collapsed inward under its own weight. Walls gave way, the roof slid and smashed into the street.

The grinding scream cut off abruptly as the structure went still.

Then satisfied chatter came next.

Mina sighed slowly. "They’re pretty strong."

"Right," Clyde said. His eyes stayed fixed on them. "And reckless."

He watched how they stood afterward. They looked loose and confident. Already looking for the next fight.

All of their skills were offensive with little caution.

He filed that away in his brain. Strength like that burns fast in a fight against intelligent enemies.

"Let’s go," Clyde said quietly. "I’ve seen enough."

He pulled back from the corner first, keeping low, and began moving down the street.

Mina followed without hesitation. They did not look back at the group again.

The city did not give them rest.

They fought as they moved. Another house tore itself free ahead of them, pillars scraping asphalt as it lunged.

Clyde brought it down with practiced efficiency. Cracks raced through concrete, the structure collapsed, and the familiar grinding scream faded into silence. EXP flickered then vanished in their eyes.

Then another house came. .

Minutes passed like that. Short bursts of violence made of movement, dust, shaking ground, and burning muscles that never recovered fully before the next fight.

Then everything stopped. The world froze for a fraction of a second.

A translucent interface forced itself into everyone’s vision.

The system window expanded larger than before, dominating their sight.

The background dimmed and the sound muffled.

A face appeared.

A pale man wearing a pristine white suit sat casually against a white backdrop.

His hair was black, neatly styled, and his smile was wide and wrong, too amused and happy.

"Greetings," he said pleasantly. "This is your World Master."

Clyde felt his jaw tighten.

"To make things more interesting," the man continued, spreading his hands, "I’ve already made certain changes to the game."

The interface shifted. Panels slid open around the man, displaying rows of weapons.

It showed blades that pulsed with unnatural light, guns wrapped in glowing sigils, and armor that shone around its edges.

Then another panel appeared. This one was the skills of the Ranked S category.

Their names alone carried pressure. They had abilities that warped space, erased targets, or bent laws of nature. It was Power far beyond what anyone here should have access to.

"These," the World Master said cheerfully, "will now be available as rewards."

His smile widened.

"Anyone who collects enough points may exchange them for these incredible weapons and skills."

He leaned forward slightly, eyes gleaming.

"And how do you get points?"

The pause was deliberate.

"You kill people," he said, laughing. "Hahaha."

The sound echoed unnaturally, stretching longer than it should have.

Then the interface vanished.

The city rushed back in. The sound returned and the vibrations resumed.

A final notification burned itself into their vision.

[PvP is now available.]

Clyde’s teeth ground together.

His grip tightened around his weapon until the metal creaked.

"That bastard," he muttered.

This was no longer just a survival scenario.

It was a slaughter the World Master had decided to turn loose on purpose.

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