Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 205: Untouchable
WOOM!
A strange force rippled through the air—and then it happened.
The magic spells reversed.
The very attacks meant to obliterate Alex shot back toward their casters with terrifying speed.
BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions rocked the battlefield.
Some players were quick enough to dodge. Others?
Not so lucky.
Screams filled the air as those who failed to react in time were blasted by their own spells, crashing into trees, rolling across the dirt, or collapsing where they stood.
But Alex wasn't done.
Before they could even process what had happened—
He moved.
A blur of motion.
Charging straight into the swarm of players like a predator tearing into prey.
He didn't reach for a weapon.
He didn't need one.
His fists were more than enough.
One of the players, a massive tank, stepped forward, raising a heavy shield in defense.
He was built like a fortress, his stance firm.
Solid.
Unshakable.
Alex didn't slow down.
Didn't hesitate.
SLAM!
The impact was brutal.
Like a rugby player colliding with a toddler.
The tank didn't just stumble back—he was sent flying.
His shield bent inward from the sheer force.
His body twisted through the air before slamming into the ground with a bone-crushing thud.
Like a phantom, Alex blurred across the battlefield, taking down player after player after player.
They never stood a chance.
Most didn't even see him coming.
One second, they were standing—
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The next?
Darkness.
He didn't need a blade.
His fists were enough.
CRACK!—Ribs shattered under his punches.
SNAP!—Arms bent at unnatural angles.
THUD!—Bodies hit the ground, unconscious before they even realized what had happened.
Despite his brutal efficiency, Alex wasn't a monster.
He had threatened death, but he wasn't here to wipe out humanity.
Most of these players were just trying to clear the tutorial.
Some? Just following orders.
A figure rose from the wreckage, teeth clenched in fury, body shaking but still standing.
With a roar, he launched an attack—his fist glowing with energy—
And it landed.
A direct hit.
Alex's face erupted in flames, the fire curling around his skull like a demonic crown.
For a moment, he looked like a ghost rider straight out of hell.
Darrel smirked.
He had been knocked out earlier—his own attack reflected back at him thanks to {Arcane Dominion}. But his healer had worked fast, and now he was back in the fight.
And judging by what he just saw…
Dealing with Alex wasn't so hard after all.
At least, that's what he thought.
Because the flames that were supposed to be roasting Alex alive?
FIZZLE.
They vanished—snuffed out as if they never existed.
Darrel's smug expression twisted into confusion.
Then, fear.
Alex stepped forward, a slow, deliberate grin spreading across his face.
He wasn't even singed.
[Fire Immunity] had evolved into [Eternal Flame Sovereign], making him completely immune to fire.
Not only that—
He could absorb the flames.
Convert them into raw energy.
Darrel's strongest attack?
Alex had eaten it up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
And now, Alex was still hungry.
One second, he was standing still.
The next—he was gone.
A blur of motion.
Darrel's instincts screamed at him—DANGER.
Panicked, he unleashed a roaring dome of fire, hoping to create a barrier between them.
But it was too late.
CRACK!
A sickening sound filled the air as Alex's fist slammed into Darrel's ribs, sending him soaring through the air before he could even release his attack.
"AAARGH!!"
Darrel's scream was cut short as he crashed through tree after tree, his body ricocheting like a ragdoll before finally slamming into the ground.
But Alex wasn't done.
He chased.
His eyes locked onto Darrel like a predator hunting prey.
Just as he was about to finish him off—
WHOOSH!
A group of players descended from above.
Spears.
Swords.
Axes.
Each warrior came down like lightning bolts, their weapons glowing with deadly energy.
But—
CLANG!
The clash of metal rang through the air as Alex effortlessly blocked their attacks.
He sighed, shaking his head.
"Seriously... you guys don't learn."
AARGH!!
Multiple screams erupted as the attackers were suddenly launched backward, their own attacks turned against them.
Blades that were meant to pierce Alex instead slashed their own wielders.
Spears that sought to impale him snapped like twigs in their owners' hands.
Axes shattered upon impact, sending their users crashing into the dirt.
Bodies tumbled, groans filled the battlefield.
Then, Alex sensed it.
A threat from above.
His instincts flared, his body reacted instantly.
And without hesitation he moved.
WHOOSH!
A golden beam of pure destruction shot down from the sky with terrifying speed, its glow illuminating the battlefield like a second sun.
BOOM!
The ground where Alex had stood erupted in flames, the force of the impact sending a massive shockwave across the area.
Ethan stood firm, his chest rising and falling heavily as he pointed his sword to the sky.
He had returned to the fight, fully healed by Katie.
This wasn't just any attack—
It was a divine strike, a beam summoned directly from the deity backing him.
A technique that warped space and time, capable of delivering devastating damage to even the strongest beings in the tutorial.
It was this very attack that had helped them defeat the Beast Lord.
But Alex...
Alex was no Beast Lord.
The instant before impact, he had moved.
Barely.
His speed saved him, but the scorching heat still licked at his arm.
For a brief moment, his skin blackened and burned.
Then..
Ssshhhhh
With {Supreme Regeneration}, the wound vanished instantly, his flesh restoring as if the attack had never happened.
Alex flexed his fingers, testing his arm.
His expression darkened.
Then, he slowly turned his gaze to Ethan.
His eyes burned with something fierce.
He was pissed.
A sudden chill ran down Ethan's spine.
His instincts screamed at him—
Run.
The sheer intensity of Alex's glare made his body move on its own, taking a step back without even thinking.
His heart pounded.His breath hitched.
This was primal fear—the kind that seeped into his bones and made every fiber of his being want to flee.
But he never got the chance.
BANG!
Alex blitzed forward—so fast that Ethan barely registered the movement before Alex was already in front of him.
Eyes wide, Ethan reacted instantly, his sword slashing forward in a desperate counterattack.
But, Alex's hand shot up and caught Ethan's arm mid-swing.
A brutal grip.
Then, Alex ripped.
"AAAAARGH!!"
A scream of pure agony tore from Ethan's throat.
His arm was gone.
Blood gushed out, staining the dirt beneath him as he clutched the ragged stump, his vision blurring from the pain.
Alex tilted his head, looking down at Ethan with a deep frown.
As if disappointed.
