Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 479: Next Objective

After putting the Waking Root into his Inventory, Clyde rose to his feet without pause.

He didn’t even bother brushing the dust off his coat.

The haze keep shifting and pulsing around him as if alive and like it was watching him. But Clyde paid it no mind.

He began walking again, deeper into the unknown. The world might twist and breathe like a fever dream, but he had long since stopped fearing such things.

Clyde knew that there was nothing here that could harm him anymore. Not after all he had faced and the Celestials he had already killed.

So what were these things compared to that? Corrupted beasts and illusions conjured from some shattered world? They were just smoke waiting to be broken.

His steps were steady, boots crunching across cracked ground and twitching moss. Every few meters, the haze shifted in color. From green to violet to black, and the terrain curled or split like fractured glass beneath strange pressure. Clyde pressed on without bothered.

He reached into his coat and retrieved the obsidian disc again.

It pulsed with layered glyphs and holographic strands, then spun slowly in his hand. He channeled his magic power, and the disc shimmered.

A flickering letters forming midair.

Clyde studied the display as the disc projected the next objective.

[Fleshglass Gloom.]

The Fleshglass Gloom.

It pulsed within a cocoon of cracked crystal and warped metal, embedded inside the roots of the ruins.

The object wasn’t plant nor stone. It was made of flesh and yet completely alien.

From closer look the Fleshglass Gloom resembled a flower that had been sculpted from living tissue and fractured mirror.

Its petals were layered membranes that looks half muscle and half polished glass. They shimmered between transparency and blood-amber.

Its core pulsed with a soft red glow, like a heart that still beating. Tiny veins laced its surface and the outer edges were curled.

It was grotesque, beautiful, and also alive.

Clyde read that he must treat it just like the Waking Root before.

Its location blinked on the map. It looks like he need to go to the south.

That was deep in the unstable sector, past fractured ground and some kind of river.

Then came the final note: Instability risk: HIGH.

Clyde narrowed his eyes, absorbing the implications. Whatever this thing was, it will be troublesome.

But even that didn’t slow his breath.

He turned off the disc and set his direction.

"Fleshglass Gloom," he muttered under his breath.

The path lead him toward a temple ruins. The way was filled with jagged ridges and spires of black stone that looked almost metallic in places.

But Clyde continued forward until the haze thinned just enough for the next landmark to appear.

The collapsed temple looked like it had been pulled halfway into another dimension. Half of it stood firm and intact while the other half was simply gone. Disintegrated into floating shards that hovered like frozen explosions.

And there, beneath the cracked marble floor, was the thing he came for.

The Fleshglass Gloom.

Clyde crouched near the edge, tilting his head slightly. The air here was thick with humming pressure, and the ground seemed to resist him and tugging at his boots like unseen tendrils trying to pull him down.

He drew in a breath and placed his hand on the ground near it.

The haze stirred.

He felt the Fleshglass Gloom pulse in response to his presence.

Then he saw movement. Not from above of in front of him but from below.

Something was waking when he getting close.

Clyde’s expression didn’t change.

He simply reached for his sword again and waited.

The silence shattered when from the depths beneath the temple floor a shriek cut through the haze.

Clyde felt a violent and compressed force that slammed against his senses like a hammer of thought. Then something moved very fast.

It came from the left and lashing out with limbs that gleamed like wet obsidian.

Clyde barely tilted his head.

SWISH!

The creature’s claws screamed past him, missing his chest by a breath.

A spray of sparks followed as they grazed the marble, gouging deep scars into stone.

Then it was gone.

The creature Vanished with no visible retreat or step back. Just dissolved into the nothingness.

Clyde’s eyes followed the ripples in the haze.

This creature was fster than the others. It has double or triple their speed. He could tell from the pressure of the strikes before.

There had been no weight behind it just slicing force and vanishing momentum.

Suddenly came again. This it time from above.

Clyde’s sword moved before the creature even appeared, his body shifting with fluid precision. If the creature wanted to challenge his speed then he will do it.

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

Blade met claws in a flash of pale light, a shriek of force bursting outward but there was no morw after that. The creature was already gone again back into the haze.

Clyde sighed.

His breath misted in the air, more from annoyance than fear. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Of course," he muttered. "I know this must be hard."

He adjusted his stance slightly, grounding his feet. His hand remained on the hilt of the Elderglass sword, its surface shimmering with more of his magic power.

The haze rippled to his right.

He didn’t move and just listened for now.

The creature struck again as a blur of jagged motion and spiraling limbs.

This time, Clyde met it. His blade arced low, then up, performing a counter-slash drawn from stillness.

CLANG!

But the creature flickered mid-motion, sliding between planes like a stutter in time.

It reappeared on the far side of the ruined chamber, claws dragging lines into the cracked floor as it circled him.

This one wasn’t like the others. It wasn’t wild. It wasn’t corrupted beyond thought. This one was calculating his movement.

Clyde exhaled again, slower this time.

"Fine," he said. "Let’s see how long you can keep this shit."

He turned his blade slightly, letting the lightning crackle gently across its surface. Not enough to trigger an explosion. But enough to mark his readiness.

The haze pulsed again. The creature lunged.

But this time, Clyde was already moving.

CLANG!

The moment he hit the claw, Clyde channeled his magic and send lightning attack to the creature.

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