Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 469: Little Hope For Them

The night finally fell upon the Ruin they were in, cloaking the shattered world in a dim indigo light. The air was calm except for the slow drifting of ash and dust, the aftermath of another day of slaughter.

Clyde and Asqa sat together after their paths converging atop a floating landmass hovering high above the broken remnants of what used to be a city.

Below, ruins stretched like bones beneath cracked skin, jagged towers skewered through mists of magic and decay.

Above them, the sky looked like shattered glass with veins of black light glowing along each fracture.

They sat close but not too close, both resting on the cool stone surface. Their legs stretched or loosely crossed, their weapons resting nearby.

The silence between them wasn’t awkward they just needed it after everything they’d done today. This silence was just a form of peace.

"I forgot what normal stars look like," Asqa muttered, her eyes tracking one of the cracks in the sky. "Feels like the world is always bleeding in front of my eyes."

Clyde leaned back, arms propping him up behind his weight. "Maybe it is."

Asqa give a tired but genuine smiled at that. The fire in her eyes was dimmer now, but not gone.

"You remember the Selection Stage?" she asked quietly.

Clyde gave a low chuckle. "Hard to forget."

"I was scared shitless when its all began," Asqa admitted. "I had no idea what the hell was going on. One moment I was just some girl living in a nice place, worrying about exams and friends. Then suddenly there were monsters, death, magic systems... all of it."

She ran a hand through her hair, staring down at the ruined world below.

"I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t even kill the first thing I saw and I froze. Thought I was gonna die right there."

"You weren’t the only one," Clyde said. "We were all a mess."

"You helped us," Asqa said. "You helped me back then. I remember all of it."

Clyde didn’t say anything at first. His gaze was distant and unfocused.

"I was scared too," he said finally. "I just didn’t show it. I thought that if I acted like I knew what I was doing maybe it’d trick the others. Maybe it’d trick me."

He exhaled through his nose and let his head rest back, staring up at the fractured sky.

"Honestly? I’m lucky. I got this system which turned out to be the direct gift from the Ancient One and it saved me."

"Doesn’t feel like luck," Asqa said. "Feels like something bigger."

"Maybe," Clyde shrugged. "Still feels weird though. I used to just sit around reading web novels you know?. Power fantasies and apocalypse stuff. All that niche shit. I used to daydream about how I’d survive if I was in one of those stories."

He laughed quietly. "Didn’t think it’d actually help when everything went to hell."

Asqa turned to look at him, her expression calm. "You’re not weird for that."

"I know. It’s just... unexpected," Clyde said. "That a nerd like me ended up here. Sitting on floating rocks with you, planning how to fight monsters, gods, Demons, and Angels."

They shared a long silence then, both gazing out into the distance where the horizon twisted with energy and the night hummed with stillness.

"Thanks, by the way," Asqa said after a while.

"For what?"

"For helping me back then and being the one who didn’t leave me when I was just a burden."

Clyde gave a tired, small and honest smile. "Anytime."

And they sat like that, two of them taking a rare moment to remember they were once just people who were thrown into the apocalypse and got scared, confused, and just trying their best to survive a world that no longer made sense.

After few more minutes of rest they immeditely come back on hunting.

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In the scorched heart of the Hell Realm, where rivers of molten rock carved into the ground and the sky bled crimson fire, Bael finally returned.

The Demon King who was clad in a mantle of writhing shadows and bone-forged steel stepped through a portal of obsidian flame. Before long, the thrones of the deep rumbled in answer.

He summoned them his kin, rivals, and fellow monarchs of Hell. Asmodeus, Belial, Paimon, and Agares, arrived.

These were the core Demon Kings. Their influence shaped the power structure of Hell itself. And when Bael called they came because they knew that he will bring important news.

They all gathered in a circle inside the Grand Chamber of Wrath, deep in the Hell Realm like always when they decided to have a meeting.

Bael didn’t waste time.

"Five more Celestials have been killed," he said.

The air shifted instantly. The others straightened and look at him with shap eyes.

Asmodeus’ acting like he was in shock but didn’t say anything. He must still hiding the fact that he were working with Clyde now.

"Do they have an army?" Paimon asked, his voice sounded calm but actually filled with sharpness.

"No. It’s just two of them," Bael said.

Then silence happened. As if even the flames did not dare to flicker and for a moment, all of Hell held its breath.

It was just two of them like alaways. The man and woman anomalies with their strange power.

And they killed five Celestials in a matter of hours.

None of the Demon Kings spoke. Even Belial had nothing else to offer to console their feelings. They stared in silent and stunned manner. The weight of the truth pressing on them.

Bael let the silence linger, then after he thought was enough, he continued.

"I have also visited the World Master Bureau and they are investigating. They are seeking the origin of the man and the woman who becoe the anomaly from the mortal worlds."

"Mortal...?" Agares whispered, stunned. "So its truu that they are used to be mortals?"

Bael nodded. "When we understand their roots, we may understand the source of their power."

Finally, a sound broke the silence.

A relieved breath can be heard. The Demon Kings, powerful as they were, allowed themselves that one exhale.

They feels a little bit of hope now. Not certainty, but the possibility of an answer for that anomay’s weakness.

It was something they can work with.

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