Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 151: Burnt Out

"Damn you!"

The possessed undead let out a furious shriek, its grotesque form twisting unnaturally as it lunged for Alex, stretching its decayed limbs toward his face.

But it was too late.

Alex’s lips curled into a smirk. "Despair and await."

Snap.

The sound echoed through the crumbling maze.

In an instant, Alex’s body blurred, vanishing—switching places with one of his clones.

He reappeared mid-stride, now facing the massive undead giants that were relentlessly chasing after the escaping players.

He took a quick glance.

They were all gone. Safe.

Good.

His eyes flicked to his remaining clones.

Only two were left. They had been fighting non-stop, holding back the monstrous horde.

The one he had just swapped with steadied itself, standing its ground.

The second clone—bruised, battered, and barely holding together—turned its head toward Alex. Its expression was clear.

It was ready.

Alex met its gaze and grinned. He raised two fingers in a mock salute.

The clone gave a final nod.

Then Alex bolted—feet pounding against the stone floor as he sprinted toward the exit line of the death maze.

Behind him, a chain reaction of explosions ripped through the maze—thunderous, earth-shaking blasts that tore through walls, shattered pillars, and obliterated everything in their wake.

The shockwaves rushed forward, heat licking at Alex’s back, but he didn’t slow down.

He had done what he came to do.

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And he wasn’t looking back.

KABOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

A chain reaction of explosion disks ignited simultaneously, each blast tearing through the maze like a miniature nuke.

The air twisted violently, creating a vacuum that sucked in debris, dust, and even flames before unleashing a catastrophic shockwave outward.

The earth-shaking impact sent cracks spiderwebbing through the stone floors.

Walls crumbled.Monsters disintegrated.Traps were obliterated before they could even trigger.

Everything in its path was consumed by the inferno.

Meanwhile, the possessed undead guide, gripping Alex clone by the throat, snarled. It tightened its grip, attempting to crush the life out of it.

But before it could succeed...

Poof.

The clone vanished—dismissed by Alex in an instant.

And in the next second, the undead guide, along with every lava-coated abomination nearby, was engulfed in the explosive fury.

At the Finish Line…

Alex stood just behind the barrier, the only thing keeping the destruction contained within the maze.

The transparent energy field flickered a protective wall that prevented anything—living or dead—from escaping.

Alex exhaled, grinning as he admired his work.

Fire. Smoke. Absolute devastation.

The maze was now an inferno of chaos, its once towering walls now nothing but rubble.

His masterpiece.

He crossed his arms, watching as yet another explosion erupted in the distance, sending a plume of flames and debris soaring into the sky.

"My ability really is a thing of beauty," he mused, smirking.

After the explosions finally settled, silence took over.

Everything was gone.

The maze? Erased.

In its place was nothing but darkness.

A bottomless abyss.

It was as if the labyrinth had never existed in the first place.

That was the power of [Exploding Touch].

And Alex hadn’t even maxed it out yet.

He exhaled, arms crossed, still watching the chaotic void he had created. But then—

Something shifted.

A faint dragging sound.

At first, it was barely noticeable, like a whisper against the rubble.

But soon, it became clear—

Something was moving.

Something was still alive.

Alex narrowed his eyes and took a few careful steps back from the barrier.

Then, he saw it.

A skeletal hand clawed its way past the scorched ground.

It dragged itself forward.

It was the possessed undead.

How the hell did it survive that?

Its once-imposing frame was now reduced to almost nothing.

Only its upper body remained, one bony arm, and a cracked skull barely holding itself together.

The undead coughed, a wheezing rasp, as it continued to crawl forward, pulling itself past the barrier.

But then, it stopped.

A shadow loomed over it.

A heavy presence.

The undead froze, its remaining eye socket flickering with faint energy.

Then it slowly looked up.

And there he was.

Alex.

Standing tall, arms crossed, staring down at him.

The possessed undead felt its entire body shudder.

That grin on Alex’s face—arrogant, unfazed.

A nightmare in human form.

Alex crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees as he sighed.

"You just had to drag your ass over here, huh?"

His voice was calm, almost amused.

"Haven’t you had enough?"

The undead didn’t respond.

The greenish glow in its hollow eyes flickered weakly, barely holding on.

Then it let out a low, rattling groan.

"This… this isn’t over…"

Alex exhaled, shaking his head.

"You’re right, it isn’t…"

He rolled his shoulders, then smirked.

"We’ll meet again, won’t we?"

His voice dropped, steady and final.

"Don’t disappoint me next time."

Then—Alex raised his hand.

His fist clenched tight.

And with one brutal strike—

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He slammed it down, shattering the undead’s skull into dust.

Ding!

A sharp chime echoed in Alex’s mind.

Then, notifications flooded in—

[You killed Overseer of the Third Trial]

[You have received 10,000 Nightmare Points]

[You have received 100 Stat Points]

Another set of alerts popped up.

[Apocalypse Baby Kicking In]

[You have received an additional 10,000 Nightmare Points]

[You have received an additional 100 Stat Points]

Alex’s lips curled into a satisfied grin.

The points from killing the undead guide were great, but that wasn’t all.

He had racked up more from cutting down the hordes of undead and monsters in the maze.Not to mention, the reward for clearing this trial.

[You have cleared the Third Trial]

[You have received 5,000 Nightmare Points]

[You have received 50 Stat Points]

And, again, his ability kicked in.

[Apocalypse Baby Kicking In]

[You have received an additional 5,000 Nightmare Points]

[You have received an additional 50 Stat Points]

Alex quickly pulled up his status to see the total.

A number flashed before him:

[Total Nightmare Points: 61,000]

[Total Stat Points: 2950]

Alex nodded to himself.

The stat points were all he cared about.

Upgrading his skills.Pushing past his limits.

That was the goal.

But first…

A deep exhale left his lips.

"Rest."

He muttered the word softly, then let himself fall backward.

His magic point was at zero.

And if he wanted to end this nightmare he needed to recover first.

But just before he hit the ground...