Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 67: Middle Finger

The Blood Monarch paused, as though struggling to process what he had just heard.

He wasn’t used to this.

For eons, fear and reverence had been the only responses to his voice.

Yet now, here was a mere mortal, a pathetic human, brushing him off with disdain.

The realization struck him like a blow.

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"Unacceptable. "

The Blood Monarch’s fiery rage surged.

His presence grew heavier, darker.

He reminded himself of the reason he couldn’t fully descend—his true form would crush the tutorial world under its sheer weight.

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The restrictions in place were not to shield him but to protect this fragile dimension.

But now, he didn’t care.

A human had dared to challenge him. That impudence demanded punishment.

The air around Alex thickened as an oppressive force descended upon him like a tidal wave.

The Blood Monarch’s voice roared, shaking the very fabric of the space around them.

"How dare a mere human speak to me in such a manner?"

The pressure was overwhelming, like a mountain crashing down.

Alex’s knees buckled, his body trembling under the immense weight.

He almost fell but "almost" was as far as it got.

Gritting his teeth, his muscles strained as he fought to stay upright.

Sweat dripped from his brow, but his resolve didn’t waver.

He wouldn’t kneel.

The Blood Monarch’s anger burned hotter.

The crimson vines pulsing with blood tightened their grip on the trees, cracking bark and splattering gore-like liquid across the ground.

His voice thundered again, louder this time, shaking Alex to his core.

"On your knees."

The oppressive force bore down on Alex, heavier than before.

His legs trembled, muscles burning as he struggled to stay upright.

His back bent slightly under the relentless pressure, forcing him closer to the ground.

Sweat dripped down his face, soaking his shirt, but he refused to give in.

No matter how crushing the weight, Alex wouldn’t let his knees touch the ground.

The Blood Monarch observed from his crimson realm of vines and blood, his fiery eyes glowing with both anger and intrigue.

While fury simmered at Alex’s audacity, there was also a flicker of something else—amusement

This human, though infuriatingly defiant, was extraordinary.

Most mortals would have collapsed long ago, groveling for mercy under his overwhelming aura.

Yet Alex stood his ground.

The Blood Monarch considered pressing harder, adding more pressure to crush the insolent human completely.

But he paused.

The sight intrigued him.

Alex’s stubbornness was both a challenge and a spectacle, unlike anything he had encountered among the countless candidates he had tested.

There was no doubt about it. Alex was special.

This defiant mortal’s willpower and arrogance made him stand out from every other player the Blood Monarch had approached.

The Blood Monarch’s lips twisted into a sinister smirk.

The thought of making Alex his candidate now burned brighter in his mind.

This human had potential, and bending him to his will would be far more satisfying than crushing him outright.

The Blood Monarch’s voice then rang out again, calm yet menacing:

"Despite your arrogance, I’ll give you one more chance to make the correct decision."

The notification flashed again, hovering before Alex’s eyes.

[The Blood Monarch wants to make you a candidate for his legacy.]

[Will you accept?]

Alex stared at it, his lips curling into a grin that turned into a low chuckle.

"Is this guy serious?" Alex muttered to himself.

Without hesitation, he activated [Titan Fury], and a surge of raw power coursed through his body.

His muscles tensed, veins pulsing with energy, as he pushed against the crushing force that had been threatening to pin him down.

Slowly, deliberately, Alex began to rise.

The pressure was immense, like the weight of a mountain pressing on his shoulders, but his resolve burned hotter than the Blood Monarch’s rage.

His knees straightened, his back arched, and finally, he stood tall, defiant against the oppressive might of a god.

His voice cut through the eerie silence like a blade.

"Like I said...Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

The Blood Monarch’s voice thundered in response, a mix of fury and disdain.

"My patience runs thin, human! Accept or face the consequences!"

Alex tilted his head, feigning contemplation, before he raised his hand, flipping his middle finger.

The god’s fiery aura flared with unchecked rage.

The vines around Alex writhed violently, and the pools of blood on the ground began to bubble as the Blood Monarch’s booming voice echoed once more.

"Damn you!"

All amusement in the Blood Monarch’s tone was gone, replaced by unrestrained anger.

The air grew heavy and stifling, the blood-red vines around Alex quaking.

In that moment, one thing was clear:

He wanted to kill the human in front of him.

The Blood Monarch intensified the pressure.

The air grew denser, the ground beneath Alex cracked under the invisible weight, and a deafening silence enveloped the space.

But Alex stood unmoved.

His posture was firm, his eyes locked ahead with unshaken defiance.

Blood trickled from his nose, a stark contrast against his pale face, but he didn’t flinch.

His lips curled into a mocking smirk.

The Blood Monarch’s aura flared, anger swelling like a tidal wave.

"Damn you!" the god roared, his voice reverberating through the dimension.

The pressure surged again, as if the entire world sought to crush Alex into submission. Yet, just as the Blood Monarch prepared to push even further, a sharp, unnatural sound broke through the tension.

Crack.

The sound echoed like shattering glass.

The Blood Monarch’s hold on Alex snapped abruptly, the oppressive force dissipating in an instant. Alex’s body flickered and then vanished, as though torn from the space entirely.

"What?" The Blood Monarch’s glowing eyes flickered in confusion, his gaze scanning the void where Alex once stood.

Then, he saw it.

A figure emerged from the distortion—a rabbit.

It wore a tailored black suit and a wide-brimmed hat tilted slightly to one side, its ears poking out like antennae of authority.

The rabbit stood casually, hands tucked into its pockets, yet its mere presence radiated an aura that demanded attention.

Its eyes, sharp and unyielding, pierced through the void, locking onto the Blood Monarch’s true form across dimensions.

The Blood Monarch scoffed, recognizing the intruder immediately.

"Damned Overseer," he growled, his voice dripping with disdain.