Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 96: Apocalypse Fashion
But as he took his first step forward, he stopped abruptly, a wave of discomfort rolling over him.
His wet clothes, still clinging to his skin, were crusted with sand, making every movement scratchy and unpleasant.
His boots squished with every step, still soaked from his earlier plunge into the sea.
"This is unbearable," Alex grumbled, looking down at his waterlogged state. "I need to change."
Opening his inventory, Alex flicked through the options.
His virtual wardrobe was packed with all kinds of outfits—battle gear, casual wear, and everything in between.
At first, he was overwhelmed, scrolling indecisively through his collection.
Then a thought struck him.
"I’m on an island," he mused, a grin spreading across his face.
"Might as well dress the part."
Without hesitation, Alex stripped off his drenched clothes and boots, tossing them into his inventory.
The cool night breeze brushed against his skin, making him shiver.
Cold!
Alex hurriedly rummaged through his inventory and selected a pair of cargo shorts that immediately caught his eye. They weren’t just ordinary shorts—these ones added +2 to agility, a nice boost for his quick movements.
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He slipped them on and felt the subtle difference, his body feeling a little lighter, a little faster.
Next, he pulled out a crisp red shirt with fiery orange patterns streaked across it.
The shirt had a stats boost, and as soon as he buttoned it up his intelligence increased by five.
"Looking good," he muttered, glancing down at his outfit.
Kicking off his soaked boots, Alex selected a pair of flip-flops from his inventory.
But these weren’t ordinary sandals—they came with a special ability that enabled him to life briefly on air.
As soon as he slipped them on, he felt a faint tingle in his feet, like they were ready to lift him off the ground at a moment’s notice.
All of the enchanted clothes were looted from the Cockatrice King’s base.
The creature had been using the magical properties of these garments to power its brood.
"I still wonder where it even got human clothes," Alex mused, shaking his head as the memory of the odd find came back to him.
Fully dressed and ready to move, Alex took a step forward but then froze mid-stride.
"Almost forgot," he muttered.
Reaching into his inventory one last time, he pulled out a beach hat—light and breezy, but far more than it appeared. Placing it snugly on his head, Alex grinned.
[Beach Hat (User Bound): A hat that seems like regular clothing but can transform into a deadly spiral blade on command. It can also be used as a boomerang.]
Alex gave it a light tap, the brim sturdy but unassuming.
"A weapon that doubles as fashion? Perfect," he said with a smirk.
He then decided to test out the hat’s special power.
Grinning with anticipation, he pulled it off his head and held it firmly in his hand.
"Alright, let’s see what you can do," he muttered.
With a thought, he activated the hat’s ability. Explore stories on novelbuddy
The seemingly ordinary beach hat shimmered, its material shifting and morphing into a sleek, gleaming crescent-shaped blade.
The transformation was mesmerizing, the blade glistening under the soft moonlight like liquid silver.
Alex took a deep breath, weighing the weapon in his hand.
It felt perfectly balanced, almost as if it was an extension of his arm.
"Here goes nothing," he said, stepping into position.
He hurled the blade with precision, aiming toward the edge of the forest.
It zipped through the air, spinning so fast it was almost a blur.
The weapon hummed with a faint, otherworldly sound as it sliced through the night.
Alex shielded his eyes with one hand, the other resting on his brow as he tracked the weapon’s trajectory.
His keen gaze followed it into the shadows of the trees.
A moment later, he heard a faint shnk and the unmistakable thud of something hitting the ground.
Then, as if it were drawn back by invisible strings, the crescent blade reappeared, spinning toward him like a boomerang.
Alex raised his hand and caught it effortlessly, the weapon fitting back into his grip like it belonged there.
He inspected the blade, his eyes wide with admiration.
"Not a stain," he muttered.
The weapon’s surface was spotless, glistening as clean as when he’d first activated it.
A familiar sound then echoed in his ears.
Ding!
[You have killed Blight Raven (G)]
[You have received 10 Nightmare points]
[You have received 1 Stat point]
[Apocalypse Baby Kicking In]
[You have received an additional 10 Nightmare points]
[You have received an additional Stat point]
Alex shook his head:
"Just one stat point? Cheap ass."
With a thought, the crescent-shaped blade shimmered and morphed back into its original form, an ordinary-looking beach hat.
He placed it back on his head, adjusting it with a firm tug.
"Alright, time to move," he said, stepping forward toward the forest.
But before he could take more than a few steps, a faint rumbling caught his attention.
Heavy footsteps, slow but deliberate, echoed through the jungle.
Alex wasn’t surprised.
He had already seen them approaching with [Farsight].
Still, he paused, his eyes narrowing as the first of them emerged from the shadows.
They looked like bears, massive and hulking, but something was terribly wrong.
Their fur was sparse, and their skin was grotesquely rotten, covered in oozing sores.
Some were missing entire chunks of flesh, exposing ribs and other bones beneath.
Their intestines drooped out of gaping wounds, swaying sickeningly with each step.
The sight was horrific.
Alex’s nose wrinkled in disgust.
Their movements were jerky and irrational, lurching forward like puppets on broken strings.
"Zombie bears?" he muttered, grimacing.
A notification flashed in front of him.
[Blight Bears (R)]
Alex let out a long sigh and rolled his shoulders. "Of course," he muttered.
He raised his arm, ready to summon his weapon, his fingers twitching with anticipation.
But before he could act, a sudden screech pierced the air.
His gaze snapped upward.
And overhead, a swarm of birds dove toward him with terrifying speed.
