Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 68: Oracles Intrusion

The rabbit, unfazed by the god’s scorn, tilted its head slightly, its expression unreadable.

"Why did you interfere, Oracle?" the Blood Monarch demanded. "I almost had him."

Oracle stood with his arms folded, exuding an air of calm authority, but his tone was cold and sharp.

"You’ve crossed the line," he said. "You know the rules. Players are not to be harmed."

The Blood Monarch bristled, his aura flaring briefly before he barked, "A mere mortal insulted me, and you expect me to just sit idle, unaggrieved?"

His voice boomed, a blend of anger and indignation, reverberating across the distorted dimension.

Oracle didn’t flinch.

His gaze remained steady, piercing through the god’s fiery temper.

"I gave you the privilege to recruit candidates into your faction. But instead of exercising restraint, you abuse it for petty vengeance."

The Blood Monarch snarled.

"Screw your privilege, Oracle! I don’t know what game you’re playing, breaking your precious rules to interfere. But if you cross me again, I might just be tempted to report this to the Reigners."

At the mention of the Reigners, Oracle stilled.

His eyes narrowed, and an almost imperceptible shift in the air followed.

"Kuncavian," Oracle said, his voice dropping to an icy whisper.

"Was that a threat?"

The very fabric of space around them began to twist and distort, a sickening gurgle echoing as though the dimension itself recoiled from Oracle’s presence.

The energy was suffocating, like an impending storm ready to unleash its fury.

For a moment, neither spoke.

The silence between them was deafening, their clash now unspoken, waged through sheer force of will.

Finally, the Blood Monarch sighed, his anger ebbing as he withdrew his oppressive aura.

"Alright, calm down," he muttered, his tone begrudgingly placating. "There’s no need for us to turn against each other. We both stand to gain from cooperation."

He knew full well that the rabbit could manipulate the truth, concealing any rule-breaking from the Reigners.

But that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was Oracle’s influence.

The Overseer had enough clout to have him permanently banned from approaching players across dimensions—a punishment too steep to risk.

Begrudgingly, the Blood Monarch held back, but something about the situation didn’t sit right with him.

Despite Oracle’s composed demeanor, there was an underlying tension in his presence.

It was subtle, but the Blood Monarch’s instincts picked up on it immediately.

"Something isn’t right," the Blood Monarch remarked, his tone dripping with suspicion.

Oracle’s expression didn’t change. He remained silent, calm as a still lake, but the lack of response only deepened the Monarch’s suspicions.

The Blood Monarch tilted his head, his crimson eyes narrowing.

"Let me guess," he said, his voice laced with curiosity and mockery. "The mortal you just whisked away—is he the reason you’re allowing that god to meddle in player affairs so early? I have a feeling he is."

Oracle’s ears twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

His posture remained steady, his arms still crossed, an impenetrable wall of calm.

The Blood Monarch smirked at the silence, taking it as confirmation.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice turning sly. "If that’s the case, I suppose I should do everything in my power to bring him to my faction. A mortal like that could be quite...useful."

Oracle finally spoke, his voice cool and measured, but there was a faint edge to it—an unease he couldn’t fully mask.

"That’s impossible," Oracle said simply. "People like him cannot be tamed."

The Blood Monarch’s lips curled into a dark, amused grin, his laughter reverberating through the empty space like a chilling melody.

"Then you agree he has to be killed, don’t you?" His voice carried a sinister undertone, dripping with malice. "You won’t interfere if I use my candidates, will you?"

Oracle stood still, his gaze as unreadable as ever.

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"Do as you please."

Without another word, Oracle vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of his presence behind.

For a moment, the Blood Monarch was silent, then, he let out a low, throaty chuckle that grew louder with each passing second.

"Interesting... This is really interesting," he murmured, his excitement palpable.

"A mortal that has the Overseer so rattled he’d rather see him dead. I must keep my eyes on this one."

The monarch’s laughter deepened, echoing with both malice and intrigue.

Despite his earlier fury over Alex’s defiance, a new emotion now consumed him: curiosity.

A mere player, a mortal, had not only withstood his pressure but had also unsettled the unshakable Oracle.

The Blood Monarch’s fingers twitched as he mused aloud. "A mortal who makes an Overseer uneasy... How fascinating. How very... entertaining."

His voice dropped to a whisper, dripping with dark resolve. "I’ll be watching you, boy. Closely."

With that, the Blood Monarch’s form dissolved into the shadows, leaving the space eerily quiet.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Alex felt the crushing weight of the Blood Monarch’s presence lift.

The suffocating pressure that had threatened to crush him moments ago was gone as if it had never been there.

Colors seeped back into the world around him, painting over the gray void that had overtaken everything.

Alex’s vision blurred for a moment as the effects of [Titan Fury] wore off.

He felt a sharp, burning sensation shoot through his body as blood poured from his nose, staining his lips and chin.

His legs wobbled beneath him, the intense strain leaving him weakened.

"That bastard!" he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse with frustration.

He could barely keep his balance under the weight of the Blood Monarch’s power.

His muscles screamed in protest, and he would’ve collapsed if not for the Overseer’s sudden intervention.

"Damn it!"

The anger roared in his chest like a beast, his fist tightening around the dirt.

He hated it. Hated that feeling of helplessness.

The fact that he could be so easily overpowered, pissed him off more than anything.

Worse was how the Blood Monarch had tried to bully him, trying to force him to kneel, to submit.

That arrogance. It made Alex’s blood boil.

The very thought of being forced into submission by those like the Blood Monarch filled him with disgust.

And yet, it also reminded him of something he hated just as much: how weak he was.

He clenched his fists, his face hardening with resolve.

I won’t let this happen again.

It was a sharp reminder that he had to be stronger.

There was no room for weakness.

No time for regrets or hesitation.

With every ounce of willpower he had left, Alex forced himself to stand, shaking off the dizziness that clouded his mind. The blood dripped from his nose, but he ignored it, wiping it away with a swipe of his hand.

His destination was ahead and he couldn’t afford to waste another second.