Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 137: Abyss

BOOM!

Another wall crumbled into dust.

Alex kept moving forward, blasting through the maze, ignoring whatever tricks or obstacles it threw at him.

A strange-looking monster lunged at him from the shadows—its many eyes gleaming, tendrils writhing like snakes.

SNAP!

Black flames engulfed it instantly, reducing it to ash before it could even make a move.

He didn’t slow down.

Nothing was going to stop him.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something.

A vendor shop.

It sat at a bend in the maze, its eerie glow standing out in the dim surroundings.

The undead vendor behind the counter was identical to the one he’d blown up earlier—same skeletal face, same unsettling expression.

Their eyes met.

For a long second, neither moved.

Then, the vendor opened its mouth.

"Player 666..."

SNAP!

Alex blew it up.

He didn’t wait for the vendor to finish.

BOOM!

The shop exploded into a fiery mess, debris scattering everywhere.

He grinned, stepping over the wreckage without a care.

Then, as he turned a corner, he spotted something else—

Other players.

They stood frozen, watching him with a mix of fear, confusion, and curiosity.

Alex barely spared them a glance.

He had no time for them.

He snapped his fingers again—

BOOM!

Another wall shattered.

And he kept going.

The players watched as Alex disappeared into the distance, leaving behind nothing but dust and destruction.

They exchanged uneasy glances.

"Was that... a fellow player?" one of them muttered.

"Or a monster?" the other whispered back.

BOOM!

Another explosion rocked the maze.

The two flinched, then hesitantly stepped forward, peering down the ruined path Alex had carved.

Their eyes darted between the wreckage behind him and the gaping shortcut ahead.

A realization hit them at the same time.

They looked at each other, nodded.

No words were needed.

Who—or what—Alex was didn’t matter.

What mattered was the shortcut he was making.

Why risk the long, dangerous route when they could just follow?

Without hesitation, they stepped onto his path of destruction.

Alex, far ahead, felt their presence.

He knew they were using his shortcut.

He didn’t care.

Didn’t slow down.

Didn’t acknowledge them.

He just kept moving forward.

A sharp, agonized scream rang out behind him.

Alex turned swiftly, eyes narrowing.

One of the players had collapsed, their body convulsing.

Standing over them was an undead—but not just any undead.

It was the undead guide.

Its bony fingers were buried deep inside the player’s gut, blood dripping down like a leaky faucet.

Alex hadn’t sensed its presence at all.

The guide yanked its hand free with a sickening squelch.

The player collapsed lifelessly.

The air grew heavier.

"Cheating is not allowed," the undead guide intoned, its voice eerily calm, yet edged with something sinister.

It wasn’t smiling this time.

Neither had the vendor before it was obliterated.

"You’ve been warned several times," the guide continued, its hollow eyes glowing an ominous green.

"And yet, you forced our hand."

Alex exhaled slowly.

His fingers twitched.

A glowing explosion disk materialized in his palm, humming with contained destruction.

"Like I said…" he muttered, flicking the disk toward the undead guide’s head.

"What are you gonna do about this?"

The undead’s glowing eyes narrowed.

It parted its jaw to respond—

BOOM!

Or at least, that’s what should have happened.

Alex frowned.

The explosion hadn’t triggered.

His disk was floating midair, mere inches from the guide’s skull— but it hadn’t stuck.

His eyes sharpened.

Something was wrong.

Alex frowned, then slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket and snapped his fingers.

Nothing.

His explosion didn’t trigger.

That didn’t make sense.

He didn’t need to snap to activate his skill—it was just a habit. But now that his attack hadn’t gone off, he did it instinctively, as if confirming that his ability still worked.

Yet, even with the snap, nothing happened.

His gaze darkened.

The undead guide, watching him closely let out a low chuckle.

"Just so you know," it muttered, "any attacks you dish out won’t work on me."

A black, ethereal light suddenly swirled around them, forming a translucent **energy dome.

Alex’s muscles tensed.

He studied the shifting barrier, then turned his attention back to the undead guide.

"Oh…?" He tilted his head, voice calm but laced with intrigue. "And why is that?"

The guide’s skeletal hand slowly slipped into its pocket, mirroring Alex’s own earlier movement.

"Because," it said, its voice carrying a hint of amusement, "I’m not truly here."

Alex’s eyes narrowed.

What the hell does that mean?

His instincts screamed at him—something was off.

His fingers twitched.

Then, in an instant, his irises flashed silver.

[Foresight] activated.

Whatever this undead was doing, he didn’t understand it.

But now? He could.

The undead guide slowly raised its hand.

Alex’s eyes narrowed.

Even with [Foresight] active, he hadn’t seen that movement coming.

The undead’s grin stretched wider. Discover more stories at novelbuddy

"Let’s sink, shall we?"

The moment the words left its mouth, a crushing force slammed down on Alex.

His knees buckled.

His muscles screamed.

It felt like gravity had increased a hundredfold.

Alex clenched his teeth, trying to resist—but the pressure was overwhelming.

Then...

CRACK!

The ground beneath him shattered like glass.

And before he could react he plummeted into the abyss.

Endless darkness swallowed him as he plunged at terrifying speed.

[Night Vision] activated.

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His pupils adjusted, and he saw it—

A base far below, rushing up to meet him.

Then...

The pressure vanished.

Alex barely had a second to register the sudden weightlessness before his arms moved on instinct.

WHOOSH!

His [Glider Cloak] flared open, sleek black wings snapping out from his arms.

He flapped hard, pushing against the descent, forcing himself to slow.

He stabilized.

Then, with a final calculated movement, he landed softly on solid ground.

Silence.

It was pitch black.

The only faint glow came from the crack he had fallen through, far above.

Alex exhaled sharply, glancing up and his expressing darkened.

The crack was swifting mending itself.

There was nothing could do.

But watch as it fully covered up trapping him within.