Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 148: A Crazy Idea

KABOOM!

Alex’s fist connected with the undead titan’s skull.

A shockwave erupted, splitting the air like a thunderclap.

The titan’s massive face cracked, and then shattered completely.

BOOM!

Its head blew apart into nothingness, fragments of bone and glowing embers scattering like fireworks.

The towering body swayed, cracks racing down its entire skeletal frame.

Then...

CRASH!

The colossal undead collapsed, its sheer weight smashing through multiple maze walls like a wrecking ball.

Dust and debris shot up in thick clouds, filling the battlefield.

Silence followed.

Then Alex exhaled sharply, a torrent of air rushing from his lungs.

He landed softly, the sole of his slippers touching the cracked stone floor with ease.

His fingers flexed.

His muscles hummed with residual power.

Behind him, Freya, Ella, and Ezekiel stood frozen, eyes wide in shock.

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The strength needed to deliver a punch like that… was beyond normal.

Especially since the titan wasn’t just one enemy—it was made of hundreds of undead.

With its fall, their numbers had been drastically reduced.

Now, the remaining undead were scattered, disorganized, easy to pick off.

They finished the fight.

And Ezekiel, still exhausted, still processing what he just witnessed, let out a strained breath.

His voice wavered, a mix of awe and worry.

"What are we going to do now?" he asked.

His eyes darted around, paranoia creeping in.

"Our actions will provoke retaliation. We might never make it out of here."

Alex grinned, eyes glinting with mischief.

"We won’t? I wonder about that."

Ezekiel narrowed his eyes.

What was that supposed to mean?

Freya, on the other hand, exhaled sharply, already bracing herself.

She knew that look.

Whatever Alex was planning, it was going to be crazy.

And then...

FWOOSH!

Alex activated [Multiplicity].

In an instant, five identical clones of himself burst into existence, surrounding them.

They flickered into view, each one wearing the same cocky smirk.

Then the clones scattered in every direction, moving fast.

Ezekiel’s jaw dropped.

He can create clones too?!

His mind reeled.

What else could this guy do? Breathe fire? Control time? Summon dragons?!

"What was that about?" Ella asked, eyes wide.

Alex waved it off casually.

"Nothing you should be concerned about."

Ezekiel wasn’t having it.

"I think we should. You pulled us into this mess! How is creating more of you supposed to help?!"

Alex sighed, like explaining something to a child.

Then, with an easy smirk, he simply pointed.

"Over there."

Alex pointed ahead.

The three turned to look and what they saw made their eyes widen.

The fallen titan undead had smashed through countless maze walls, leaving behind a massive, gaping path.

One of his clones continued to blast his way straight through, with [Exploding Touch] creating an easy path that led to the direction of the maze exit.

Alex smirked.

"Just keep going straight to the end, and you’ll escape."

Ezekiel blinked:

"Wait… seriously?"

Ella said nervously:

"But isn’t that… breaking the rules?"

Alex raised an eyebrow, looking at her like she had just said something ridiculous.

"You’re seriously worried about that now?" he asked, voice dripping with amusement.

He gestured at the destruction around them—the crumbling walls, the shattered skeletons, the sheer chaos.

"At this point, everything’s already gone to hell. Why not finish it with even more chaos?"

Ezekiel and Ella just stared at him, dumbfounded.

Freya, meanwhile, sighed, shaking her head.

Yep. Crazy.

She had more experience with this.

But as she stood there, feeling the adrenaline, the thrill, the sheer insanity of it all—

She realized something.

Compared to before when she had been confused, and scared by Alex action.

Now? She felt excited.

Freya groaned, rubbing her forehead.

Maybe the madness was getting to her too.

Alex continued, completely unfazed.

"The undead guide never told us how we had to get through the maze. So technically? Anything counts."

He chuckled.

"Honestly, I find it funny that he called me a cheat when I did nothing wrong."

"So, what do you intend to do while we escape?" Freya asked, her voice steady. She knew he was planning something crazier.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then Alex finally answered—his tone casual, almost amused.

"Blow this place up. Why?"

A tense beat followed.

Ezekiel froze.

Then, without even looking back, he turned on his heel and walked away.

"Yeah, I’ve had enough of this."

Alex’s actions were too much.

Too reckless.

Too insane.

Ezekiel wasn’t about to stick around for whatever crazy plan came next.

Alex watched him go, then looked at Freya.

"You should leave too."

Freya studied him for a second. Then she sighed.

"Just come out alive."

With that, she turned and followed Ezekiel, Ella trailing close behind.

As soon as they were at a safe distance, Alex muttered under his breath.

"I can’t die. I’m too broken."

He slowly raised both hands, fingers flexing, power crackling around him.

His grin widened.

"Alright then... why don’t we begin setting things up?"

*

Meanwhile, Dorion and Onigi were still locked in battle.

The ground was littered with shattered bones, the remains of countless undead.

Onigi’s breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. A deep slash marked his torso, blood seeping into his clothes.

Dorion, in contrast, stood tall. Untouched.

No wounds. No hesitation. Just a few rips in his clothing.

Onigi clicked his teeth in frustration.

He had landed multiple attacks—but they meant nothing.

Each time his blade struck flesh, Dorion healed instantly. Wounds sealed as if they never existed.

Onigi was at a disadvantage.

The longer the fight dragged on, the worse it got.

And it wasn’t just the regeneration—Dorion was fast, slippery. He wielded his scythe with frightening precision, twisting and shifting like a shadow, always just out of reach.

But Onigi had seen his chance.

For just a moment, Dorion was distracted, when the colossal undead titan fell (courtesy of Alex), the impact shaking the battlefield.

A split second of vulnerability.

Onigi struck.

His blade sliced across Dorion’s neck.

For a brief instant, Dorion’s eyes widened.

His fingers flew to his throat, clutching at the wound.

Blood gushed between his fingers.

Victory?

No.

Then came the grin.

An eerie, bone-chilling grin.

Dorion’s eyes burned with vigor.

Before Onigi could react, Dorion manipulated his own blood—warping it into the shape of a blade.

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And then...

SLASH!

A crimson arc had torn across Onigi’s chest.