Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 471: Shopping

Without knowing anything about what is Morvious feeling about her, Agatha simply continued her work.

She pressed a button on her control panel, and in response, a swirling vortex opened in the mortal realm below, summoning a towering wyvern beast.

Its wings were ragged and leathery. Its body made of rotting flesh stitched with shadowy sinew. A foul smoke hissed from its nostrils and it thick with toxins and its maw dripped with acid potent enough to melt metal, concrete, and even weak magical barriers.

She took a slow sip of her coffee. Her eyes then focused on the shifting scenes in her hovering holographic projection. She observed quietly. Her expression calm but also analytical.

She found herself wondering again idly if there would ever be another anomaly like Clyde. Someone who appeared suddenly, gained unthinkable power, and then rattled the very foundation of the cosmos. That would be more interesting than what happened right now.

But no... she had never seen anyone like him before. And perhaps she never would again.

She knew only so little truth that Clyde’s power came from some sort of Outer God, a being so far beyond her comprehension that any deeper understanding felt unnecessary. She thought that they were not real.

For now, she decided it was best not to know more. Silence and patience were her allies. She only needed to endure and follow the wave until Clyde finished what he had begun.

Still, another thought crept into her mind.

What if something unexpected happened?

Her life had taught her one rule with painful clarity, the unexpected always came. Especially in events of this scale which is a war between the higher realms and a herald of something unknown, all while she stood in the middle of it.

"I have to prepare myself as well," she murmured, voice calm but resolute.

She didn’t need to act with panic but she did need to act swiftly.

Agatha rose from her seat and raised her hand. A circular portal began forming in the air before her, runes spinning slowly along its edges.

The portal wasn’t immediately opened fully like before. The location it connected to was difficult to reach, tucked far away in the folds of reality.

A few minutes passed before it stabilized, glowing faintly with layered magical barriers.

Agatha stepped through.

She emerged into a vast marketplace. This is a place where luminous towers grew like trees, their surfaces alive with veins of soft bioluminescent light.

The air was clean, tinged with energy and faint music from somewhere. Above her translucent panels followed the sun like flowers channeling power to floating platforms and machines that hovered gently around.

Vines, leaves, and tech intertwined like a marriage of nature and magical foundation.

This was a hidden market, accessible only to World Masters and beings of similar authority like the higher beings.

However, almost all of the higher beings didn’t bother coming here because they had private facilities far grander.

She walked quietly, blending into the strange elegance of the place. Her purpose was clear.

She needed weapons, artifacts, and perhaps armor.

If she was ever forced into battle again she would not be caught unprepared.

Agatha walked past stalls of glowing crystals, floating blades, and armors pulsing with enchantments.

The market buzzed in hushed tones. Traders cloaked in veils of shifting color offering their wares with nods and subtle gestures. They won’t bother shouting like in normal market.

Her steps brought her to a secluded corner where a merchant displayed weapons suspended midair. They were spinning slowly under containment fields. One in particular caught her eye, it was a scythe just like the weapon she used to carry.

Its shaft was dark metal laced with veins of violet light. It have curved long blade that looks wicked. It forged from an alloy that shimmered like liquid obsidian.

Runes pulsed along the edge of the blade when she walk closer as if aware of her presence.

She stepped closer and raising a hand.

The merchant didn’t speak, only bowed slightly.

She tested the weapon’s weight. It felt perfect, balanced and responsive, as if it moved with her intent.

The merchant explained that tt wasn’t just a scythe. It was a conduit, a focus for destructive spells and manipulation magic. Excellent for battlefield control.

She gave a curt nod and made her choice. She would by this one even when the price was ridiculously expensive.

Next, she turned to the armor section. Rows of suits suspended like statues. She chose a full-body black leather set that looks light, durable, and etched with protective sigils woven so finely they were nearly invisible.

It clung close to her body when she tried it but allowed maximum mobility. This will be good for combat, and maybe stealth.

She selected her size. The armor reconfigured automatically to her measurements.

Then, her eyes caught something behind a glass case. It was a glowing artifact.

It hovered gently inside. It shaped like a teardrop-shaped crystal suspended in glowing lights around it. Its aura was powerful, almost too bright to look at directly.

The tag beside it read [Nytherium Core] : Grants momentary invulnerability and resets all active cooldowns, once per day.

She hesitated. It was powerful to ignore.

She pressed her finger to the case, initiating the purchase. But a red sigil flared and a notification appeared, saying Credit Depleted.

She sighed.

Her World Master credit that normally more than enough for anything else was now completely drained. The artifact alone had gone far beyond what remained in her account.

Agatha narrowed her eyes at the glowing sigil.

Then... she smiled.

"Maybe Clyde can help me with this," she murmured.

She nodded to herself, already forming the words in her mind about the message she would send. He promised that he will help her when she need it.

She thought that she will ask need to ask him doing some mission in the mortal world. But right now Clyde must do more than that.

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