Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 584: Promise In His Heart

The boy’s body did not just died peacefully. It began to dissolve.

Cracks spread across his small frame like fragile porcelain breaking apart. Light seeped through the fractures, pale and weak at first, then it became brighter. The shattered armor crumbled into dust, drifting away on a wind that did not exist.

The green smoke leaked out in thin strands, no longer violent or corrosive, only... tired, as if finally released from its duty.

Then the body collapsed inward.

The flesh did not turn to ash, but something deeper unraveling. The smoke was pulled toward the center of where his chest had been, condensing, spiraling, and shrinking. A low pulse echoed once through the ruined ground.

Clyde’s eyes narrowed.

From the fading remains, something solid emerged.

It hovered for a moment before dropping into Clyde’s open hand with weight far heavier than its size suggested.

A Demon artifact.

Clyde frowned, his brow tightening as understanding struck him.

"So that’s it," he thought. "They put it inside him."

Anger surged again, hot and suffocating.

They had not only turned the boy into a monster. They had used his body as a vessel. A container for a Demon King artifact. Every trial, torture, and forced mutation was not just to give him power, but to make him strong enough to hold it without breaking too soon.

Clyde’s fingers clenched around the object.

The artifact looked like a heart.

Not flesh, but black crystal, faceted and uneven. Inside it, greenish smoke and liquid churned slowly, trapped, and pulsing like something still alive. Each pulse sent a dull pressure into Clyde’s palm, heavy with resentment and pain.

He could feel it. The boy’s suffering was soaked into it.

Clyde swallowed hard and closed his hand around the artifact.

The remaining smoke dispersed completely. The ground fell silent at last.

A notification rang out showing a lot of EXP Clyde acquired.

His level increased.

Clyde barely reacted as his level surged upward to level 130.

He let out a long sigh slowly and immediately allocated the points without hesitation to Strength and Magic Power. Every last point poured into the two stats.

His body responded immediately. His muscles tightened beneath torn flesh. His Magic power surged denser. The Demonic sword hummed at his side as if acknowledging the growth.

Clyde straightened and tilted his head upward and shouted into the air.

"I got your damn artifact!"

For a moment, nothing happened. Then space folded and a portal tore open above the ground. A familiar figure stepped through, clapping slowly.

The World Master. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

White suit immaculate. His hair untouched by dust or ruin. That same grin stretched across his face, wide and pleased.

Clyde’s jaw tightened. Every instinct screamed to attack. But he didn’t.

He forced his breathing steady. Forced his rage down, compressing it until it burned cold.

The World Master tilted his head, amused.

"You’re really good," he said lightly. "How are you so calm and so strong like that?"

Clyde met his gaze. His eyes were sharp.

"I told you," Clyde said. "I will become a good product."

The World Master’s grin widened.

Clyde held himself still.

Every fiber of his body screamed to move. To step forward and just drive the Demonic sword straight through the World Master’s chest and watch that smile finally break.

His grip tightened until the hilt creaked softly beneath his fingers.

But he didn’t do it. Not yet. He knew it. Clear and cold. He wasn’t strong enough right now. Not against this thing, against someone who could turn worlds into stages and people into toys.

Acting on anger here would only end with his death, and worse, it would end his chance to get closer, to climb higher and reach the circle of the World Masters and the Higher Realm beyond them.

He swallowed the rage down until it burned quietly in his chest. But his face was calm as always.

The World Master extended one gloved hand, palm open, casually.

"Give it to me."

Clyde looked at the black crystal heart in his hand. It pulsed faintly, as if resisting. As if it didn’t want to return.

His jaw tightened.

He placed it into the World Master’s hand.

The moment it left his grasp, the pressure vanished.

The World Master closed his fingers around it, inspecting it with visible satisfaction.

"I believe you now," he said lightly. "You really are a good product."

His gaze shifted to the Demonic sword at Clyde’s side. His eyes gleamed with interest.

"And that weapon," he continued, smiling wider, "will become something truly magnificent in your hand."

Clyde gave a short nod. Nothing more.

The World Master did not mention corruption. He did not mention the way Demonic artifacts gnawed at the mind and soul of their wielders. He simply smiled, hiding his thoughts behind his amusement.

With a flick of his hand, a portal opened beside him.

White light spilled out, swallowing the ruined landscape.

The World Master stepped through first and Clyde followed him.

The world twisted. When his vision steadied, Clyde stood beneath a familiar sky and saw the familiar ruined buildings and streets.

He was back at the world of the Selection Stage again.

The World Master turned, hands clasped behind his back.

"I’ll be investing in you from now on," he said. "There will be one more scenarios. After that, the fifth scenario will begin."

His eyes sharpened.

"There will be a very strong enemy waiting for you there. Make sure you’re strong enough by then."

His gaze lingered, knowing.

"And your partner as well."

Clyde understood without being told. He meant Mina.

He nodded curtly.

"Don’t worry about it," Clyde said calmly.

The World Master chuckled, clearly pleased.

"Good."

He stepped backward into the portal, white light swallowing him whole. The opening closed a second later, leaving nothing behind.

Silence returned.

Clyde stood alone.

His teeth ground together. His fist clenched around the Demonic sword’s handle, his knuckles whitening. The blade hummed softly responding to his suppressed fury.

Anger burned in his chest, cold and steady.

He did not scream or move for a while.

But in his mind, the promise to kill him sharpened.

He start to walk to look for Mina.

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