Infinite Regeneration In The Apocalypse-Chapter 97: The Divine Son: Xander Grimm

Vogue forced himself to calm down and think clearly instead of panicking. He took several deep breaths, watching the frost from his dual dragon form crystalize in the air before him.

He thought deeply about his situation, and slowly, a different perspective began to form.

There was actually an upside to this announcement if one thought about it carefully.

The other four people on the list would surely be panicking right now. Their names and home cities were now public knowledge across the entire trial. They would be afraid to move openly, afraid to keep grinding kills, and would probably go into hiding immediately. That meant their progress toward Ultimate Evolution would slow down or stop completely.

Meanwhile, everyone else in the trial would be banding together to hunt these five people down. And the reason why was very simple.

Ultimate Evolution wasn’t called ultimate just because it sounded impressive. It was called ultimate because of what it actually did to the power dynamics of any battlefield it was present on.

Those who achieved Ultimate Evolution would automatically generate a genetic suppression field around them that affected everyone who hadn’t reached the same tier of evolution. This suppression was crushing—anyone in the same realm fighting an Ultimate Evolver would feel their strength cut in half automatically, just from being in the same area. They would move slower, hit weaker, and think less clearly under the pressure.

On top of that, Ultimate Evolution granted ten times the physical enhancement of Normal Evolution. Compared to Mutant Evolution, they were five times stronger. Even against Super Evolution, they were still three times superior in raw power.

This combination of overwhelming strength and genetic suppression meant that a single Ultimate Evolver could completely dominate an entire battlefield. Multiple enemies fighting together would all be weakened while the Ultimate Evolver remained at full strength. It was an almost unfair advantage.

No one participating in this trial would want such people to exist. If even one of the five completed Ultimate Evolution, the entire trial’s power balance would collapse. The remaining players would essentially become prey.

It didn’t take long for everyone to figure this out. Players across the city began communicating with each other through whatever means they had. Information spread rapidly as people shared what they knew.

Very soon, all five people’s images were circulated amongst every player in the trial. Not just the players either—the system itself sent notifications to the regular survivors hiding throughout New York City, informing them that killing any of these five people would advance their own talent grades by three levels.

Three talent grade advancements was an almost unimaginable reward for ordinary survivors who hadn’t even awakened proper abilities yet. It meant even the helpless people hiding under beds and in locked basements now had a reason to try to hurt these five players.

Vogue didn’t know the full extent of what was happening outside his current location. He didn’t know about the bounties, the image sharing, or the survivors being mobilized against him.

He was simply sitting in his ice palace, thinking about survival strategies.

But then he smiled slowly, and the smile grew wider as he thought it through.

While the other four people on the list might be terrified and in hiding right now, his situation was fundamentally different from theirs. He had abilities that made him almost impossible to permanently kill.

His regeneration could heal any wound. His clones could act as decoys and absorb fatal blows. His Clone Jump ability meant even if his body was completely destroyed, he could transfer himself to a surviving clone. And every injury he suffered contributed pain points that he could use to grow even stronger.

For the other four people on the list, being hunted meant they were in mortal danger. For Vogue, being hunted mostly just meant free pain points and kill counts.

He could keep grinding radiants while the entire trial’s worth of players searched for him, and he would simply become harder to kill with each passing hour.

With that reassuring thought settled in his mind, Vogue deactivated his ice palace, pocketed the third Evolution Fruit for later, and got back to work.

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Within a building in one part of New York, approximately one hundred and thirty players had gathered together. What was shocking wasn’t the size of the group but the fact that they weren’t killing each other despite being competing players in a battle royale.

They stood in tense but controlled silence, everyone keeping their weapons visible but lowered, watching each other carefully. The atmosphere was thick with suppressed aggression and mutual suspicion.

Before them all stood a young man.

He was very handsome, with sharp features that seemed almost too perfect, like someone had carefully designed his face. He was tall with a straight posture that radiated natural authority. There was something otherworldly about him, as though he existed slightly apart from the normal world, operating on a different level from everyone around him.

Around him stood ten protectors who were around his age or even slightly younger. They were clearly elite fighters, their stances perfect and their eyes sharp, scanning the room constantly for threats.

The young man’s name was Xander Grimm.

People called him the Divine Son of the continent, and the stories about him were the kind that spread across entire megacities.

They said that when he was born, golden rain poured from the sky for seven consecutive days. The heavens themselves had hummed with deep resonating sound at the moment of his birth. The sky had cracked open during the downpour, revealing divine light that descended from above and touched him directly while he was still an infant.

After that beginning, he broke record after record as he grew. By the age of ten, he was reportedly able to kill Lower Moon Rank 1 Stellar Knights in a single strike.

Now at fifteen years old, his strength was even more terrifying. He could handle Upper Moon Stellar Knights single-handedly without breaking a visible sweat.

But the real reason none of the hundred and thirty players in that room dared to even think about challenging him wasn’t his personal strength or his frightening talent.

It was his father.