Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 480: Done With This Place

It all happened in a split second.

Clyde’s blade met the lunging claw and the shock of impact rolled out like thunder through the ruined chamber.

But this time, he didn’t just block. He surged forward with it with his smooth predatory movement that faster than before.

Lightning surged into the blade, arcing through the contact point.

The creature shrieked—truly shrieked this time—and for a brief instant, the haze peeled back.

And Clyde saw it.

Not just a blur or suggestion. Clyde can see the real form.

There were twisted limbs that folded in strange geometry like a beast stitched from broken body paets togethet. Its body was black-glass flesh wrapped in writhing muscle, and its eyes—if they were eyes—were small orbiting spheres of red glow that drifted in the space around its head like satellites.

But then it still manages to disengage itself again even after getting hit with the lightning.

It twisting its form and phasing mid-motion. It become flicker then it was vanished back again into the colorful haze and the fractures of shadow.

Clyde stood still, breathing slow.

But then a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Because now he could see it.

Faint threads of his lightning still clung to the creature’s body, crackling softly in the haze.

Static energy etched in air, wrapping around the faintest hint of the monster’s path.

Clyde turned toward it.

He didn’t wait and immediately charged on that direction.

He lunged into the haze, with jis sword flashing. He followed the trail of lightning like a bloodhound on scent. He sent one strike, then another, carving through the corrupted air, forcing the creature to appear.

The beast struck back in desperation. Its claws that looks like black razors flashing in wide arcs, but Clyde was faster now.

He was using more of his magic power to fuel his body.

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

They clashed again in a burst of motion. A silent high-speed duel of vanishings and reappearances fogures happened. Each collision scattering dust and shards through the air.

For three heartbeats, they danced like that.

Then Clyde saw the opening in a faint skip in the creature’s phasing. A hitch in its unnatural rhythm.

He didn’t hesitate. With a twist of his stance and a full-bodied slash, Clyde brought his sword down with all his gathered force.

CRACK!

The blade split through the creature’s torso. Lightning detonating on impact.

A pulse of blue and whitr light tore through the haze, ripping the nearby mist into a spiraling vacuum as the creature was launched backward, torn apart mid-air.

Its body shattered into three parts before exploding into a cloud of smoke and red fragments.

Clyde exhaled.

Silence returned to that placr. Only the quiet hiss of dissipating lightning remained.

No more movement in the haze. No pulsing pressure. Just stillness.

He adjusted his coat and sheathed his sword.

"Now stay dead," he muttered.

Then without pause, he turned and walked toward the Fleshglass Gloom once more.

Clyde approached without rush.

The haze still shimmered faintly around the pulsing bloom and the ambient pressure of the strange magic it exuded tugged at the air.

He extended his hand. Then he adjusted everything. Not with just instinct but with precision.

He reached inward, into the vast reservoir of power carved deep into his being that also fused with fragments of the Celestials he had killed. And now, for the first time, he truly noticed the clarity of his power.

He could feel it all. The exact flow of energy through his limbs. The pressure. The frequency of the bloom’s pulse. Even the way his aura shifted the air itself.

This wasn’t just control. This was mastery.

With a single breath he channeled only a sliver of his magic that no more and no less than necessary. Just enough to form a cradle of magic air around the Fleshglass Gloom. It responded with a flickering tremor, but didn’t react violently.

He kept the flow stable. Not too firm to provoke it and not too weak to slip.

Clyde narrowed his focus, adjusting again and again, refining every thread of energy until it harmonized with the pulse of the bloom.

Three minutes passed in silence.

And finally he heard a clicking sound.

With a smooth motion, he plucked the Fleshglass Gloom from its bed of fused roots and fractured crystal.

It writhed slightly in his grip, a shimmer of translucent veins dancing across its mirrored petals, but the magic wrap held.

Clyde twisted his hand slightly and reinforced the barrier of magic power, then tucked the plant into his Inventory with a faint hum of containment. frёewebnoѵēl.com

He exhaled once to calm himself.

Then he glanced around. He spot more of them.

Sprouting from fissures in the marble, clinging to chunks of floating debris, tangled in roots like tumors made of glass and flesh. Smaller, more unstable. But still useful.

Without a word, he moved through the shattered temple ruins.

Carefully and methodically like beforr he harvested five more of the bizarre flowers.

Each time, he calibrated his magic with a silent thought. The glow of his power adjusted like a lens sharpening to focus with pure control.

When he was done, Clyde stood at the edge of the broken floor again, the haze swirling around his boots but offering no resistance.

He looked back once at the half-disintegrated temple. Floating shards of architecture drifted like forgotten memories behind him.

Then he turned, coat rustling in the silence, and walked out without a word.

Clyde opened the portal with a flick of his hand then the tearing opened with a low hum.

He stepped through. A few moments later his boots landing on the quiet soil of the world where he had once met Agatha.

However, no trace of her presence here.

Clyde scanned the horizon but only saw silent. She didn’t even leave any message or sign and just gone.

He exhaled slowly, then take his black metallic device and called Agatha.

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