Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 44: Oracles POV

In a pristine white room, a rabbit dressed sharply in a tailored suit and a hat lounged on a sleek white couch.

A bowl of carrots, styled like popcorn, rested beside him.

He casually plucked a carrot and munched on it while watching a large holographic screen in front of him.

On the screen, Alex was locked in a ferocious battle with the Cockatrice King.

Despite the beast’s overwhelming power, Alex was not only holding his own but outright dominating.

His explosive attacks were leveling the forest, trees erupting into splinters as he laughed maniacally, reveling in the chaos.

The rabbit chuckled, amused at the sight.

Then muttered through a mouthful of carrot:

"What a lunatic."

But then, his ears twitched and it seemed to have come to his senses.

That was right he shouldn’t be enjoying watching Alex’x progress, he should despise it.

The rabbit’s amusement quickly faded, his eyes narrowing as realization set in.

He bolted upright, standing precariously on the couch.

His paw gripped the carrot like a weapon before slamming it onto the pristine white floor, the vegetable snapping in two.

Then he yelled like a mad man, his voice echoing in the empty room.

"Goddammit! DAMN ANOMALY!"

Frustration consumed him as he clutched his head with both paws, pacing back and forth. His polished shoes clicked sharply against the floor.

"Every...single...plan has failed!" he muttered, his voice rising with each word.

His mind raced back to his first attempt.

He had dropped Alex—a mere newbie—into a D-rank danger zone crawling with monsters, creatures that should have torn him to shreds.

It should have been the perfect death sentence.

Instead, Alex had turned it into a goldmine of opportunities.

Fighting higher-ranked monsters and leveling up faster than any beginner should.

It was insane!

And it was all because of that ridiculous, cheat-like ability: [Exploding Touch] he had gotten.

The rabbit ground his teeth, his frustration mounting.

"No player should have an ability that broken this early in the game! It’s against all the rules! Unfair! Completely unfair!"

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, Alex also had a title: [Apocalypse Baby]

That cursed title doubled Alex’s growth rate, allowing him to gain strength twice as fast as any other player.

"Twice the growth rate!" the rabbit yelled, throwing up his paws. "How does the system even allow this? It’s going to break the balance!"

As if things weren’t already bad enough, Alex had found a golden chest.

And not just finding it—stumbling upon it effortlessly.

That damned upgrade stone inside had made Alex’s cheat ability even more overpowered. [Exploding Touch], already a nightmare to deal with, was now enhanced to levels that shouldn’t even exist in the tutorial stage.

The rabbit slammed his paw onto the couch, fuming.

"Unbelievable!" he growled.

The golden chest wasn’t even supposed to be findable.

Oracle had painstakingly hidden every golden chest in locations that required insane luck or extreme effort to uncover. Players were meant to bleed, sweat, and cry their way through the tutorial before earning the slightest chance of finding one.

But no, not Alex.

The anomaly had simply walked past a tree and spotted the gleaming treasure sitting there like it was gift-wrapped just for him.

Oracle stood up, throwing his arms in the air as he replayed the absurd scene in his mind.

"What kind of cosmic joke is this?! The tutorial is supposed to be hell—not a freebie-filled holiday!"

Worse, Oracle could still hear Alex’s smug voice echoing in his mind:

"I wonder if there’s more golden chest! I should look for more of them."

That comment had made Oracle’s fur stand on end.

"More of these? MORE?!" Oracle had roared at the screen when it happened. He had been so furious he nearly ripped out chunks of his fur, pacing and ranting like a lunatic in his pristine white room.

It had taken him hours to calm down.

Now, sitting back on the couch, Oracle let out a long, exasperated sigh. His elbow rested on the armrest, and he leaned his head against his paw, eyes half-closed with exhaustion.

"Why is this so stressful?" he muttered to himself, feeling the weight of the anomaly’s actions crushing down on him.

To the outside world, Oracle might appear calm and composed.

But internally?

Oracle was a dramatic, anxiety-ridden mess.

When the Cockatrice King descended into the fray, Oracle had been ecstatic.

The proud, territorial beast had finally appeared, and Oracle was certain it would do what no one else could—wipe out the anomaly.

But no.

Not only did the Cockatrice King fail miserably, but the stupid bird captured Alex instead of killing him.** Why? Because some meddling god had whispered divine nonsense into the Cockatrice’s ear, telling it to imprison Alex for future greatness.

"Typical gods," Oracle muttered, gripping his temples at the memory. "Always sticking their noses where they don’t belong!"

And what did that lead to?

The anomaly thanks to its title had forced the same meddling deity into granting him a skill.

Another damned skill.

Oracle had thrown an entire bowl of carrots at the screen when it happened.

"That cursed anomaly!"

And it didn’t stop there.

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Alex had completely wrecked the Cockatrice’s lair.

He pillaged its treasure hoard, pocketing more gold coins than a new player had any right to possess. Then he murdered the Cockatrice’s heir—its only child—before turning his fury on the king itself.

What came next was an absolute slaughter.

The Cockatrice King, the supposed ruler of the forest, was beaten black and blue by Alex in front of its remaining flock.

Oracle could still hear the memory of the beast’s desperate cries as Alex finished it off, obliterating the once-proud king.

He’d even tried to stop Alex from gaining more power by messing with the System Shop, a feature designed to tempt players into spending their resources recklessly.

The shop worked on a simple principle: the more gold a player had, the more expensive and powerful items would appear in their listings. It was a perfect trap, luring players into draining their wealth on flashy, high-end gear.

But in Alex’s case?

Oracle had scrambled to hide every powerful skill, weapon, and accessory that might make defeating the Cockatrice King too easy.

But it didn’t matter.

Even with all the setbacks, Alex still won.

The Cockatrice King, the powerful apex predator of the zone, had been reduced to nothing more than a footnote in Alex’s chaotic rise.

For Oracle, it was infuriating.

He’d bent rules, pushed limits, and exploited loopholes in the system to hold Alex back—but none of it had worked.

The only reason he could even manipulate events like this was that the tutorial hadn’t fully started yet.

The systems weren’t locked into place, giving him just enough wiggle room to interfere.

But once the tutorial properly began, all of that would change.

The rules would be set, opportunities for Alex to grow would multiply, and Oracle would lose the ability to directly intervene.

This realization sent Oracle spiraling.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?!" he yelled, pacing the room as his carrot snacks went forgotten.

His mind raced through the possibilities, but nothing seemed to stick.

The problem wasn’t just Alex—it was what Alex represented.

Anomalies.

They were the most dangerous and unpredictable players in existence. They didn’t just break the rules; they shattered them, leaving chaos in their wake. And the stronger they became, the worse the damage.

Oracle shuddered as he remembered the last time an anomaly had reached god-level power.

That anomaly’s rise had thrown the entire multiverse into chaos. Gods had waged war against each other, fighting tooth and nail to claim the anomaly for their side. The battles had torn worlds apart, leaving countless realms in ruins.

But it didn’t end there.

The anomaly had done the unthinkable:

He had killed a god.

That single act sent shockwaves through the multiverse.

The delicate balance of power among the deities was shattered.

Terrified of what the anomaly might do next, gods from every corner of existence united to stop him.

Yet even then, it wasn’t enough.

The anomaly carved a bloody path through their ranks, destroying countless worlds and slaughtering dozens of gods before he was finally brought down.

The memory of that event was burned into Oracle’s mind. It was a cautionary tale, a reminder of what could happen if an anomaly was allowed to grow unchecked.

And now, Alex was shaping up to be just as dangerous—if not more so.