Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 596: Collapsing A Building

The air around Clyde changed immediately. The thin arcs of electricity crawled along the Demonic Sword now and it thickened by the seconds, turning from faint threads into violent streams of white-blue light.

They wrapped around his forearm, slithered across his shoulders, and snapped outward in sharp bursts that cracked against the blood-soaked walls and floor. The corridor brightened with every pulse.

The four felt it immediately.

The caster’s brows drew together. That wasn’t the magic power she recognized from Clyde earlier. It wasn’t elemental manipulation in the conventional sense. The magic power from that lightning felt denser. The air felt ionized, heavy, and unstable.

The spear-wielder man narrowed his eyes, trying to trace the origin of the energy flow, but it did not behave like a standard skill activation.

And Clyde was grinning.

His face was drenched in blood. Red streaks ran down from his hairline across his cheek and jaw.

Gore clung to his collar and dried along his sleeves. With the pale bone sword crackling in his grip and lightning dancing over his skin, the smile looked less human and more predatory.

For the first time, uncertainty crept into the four’s expressions.

Clyde spared half a second to glance at Mina.

"Can you still stand?" he asked, voice steady despite the chaos.

Mina pushed herself fully upright, one hand briefly pressing the cracked section of her armor. Her breathing was tight but controlled.

"It hurts but I can still move," she admitted, eyes hard.

That was enough.

"Good. Stay sharp. No rest for us," Clyde said.

"I know."

He nodded. Then his gaze shifted forward again.

Inside, a colder thought settled beneath the rising storm of power. He would not let her get hit like that again. Not by those four or by anyone. The mistake of allowing ranged attack to slip through the crowd would not repeat itself.

The remaining players, still driven by greed and the Apex Mark, did not retreat.

They saw the lightning. They felt the pressure. Some hesitated, instinct screaming at them to stop. But the pull dragged harder.

"Don’t back down!" someone shouted hoarsely.

"He’s just using another skill!"

"Kill him before he—"

Clyde moved.

He vanished.

One instant he stood amid bodies and smoke. The next, lightning cracked across the corridor in a blinding flash.

A thunderous boom split the air as he reappeared three meters ahead, Demonic Sword already mid-swing.

The blade slashed through two players in a single horizontal arc. Electricity surged along the cut, detonating through their bodies. Flesh burst outward as lightning tore through muscle and bone from the inside. The smell of burned blood filled the floor.

He didn’t slow down and sent another flash.

He stepped through a thrusting spear as if the weapon were frozen in time. The Demonic Sword pierced the attacker’s chest. Lightning discharged point-blank.

The man convulsed violently before collapsing in a smoking ruin.

The corridor became a storm zone.

Every movement Clyde made left afterimages of white light. His speed multiplied, layered with explosive acceleration.

His attacks did not simply cut. It was discharged. Armor melted at the edges. Shields shattered under both steel and voltage. Their limbs were severed before their owners even realized he had moved.

Mina adjusted instantly.

With Clyde’s new speed tearing open larger gaps in enemy formation, she flowed behind him, finishing those stunned but not yet dead.

Her daggers slipped into exposed necks. She avoided overextending, staying just within the wake of lightning.

Another player tried to unleash a spell.

Clyde raised his blade.

A concentrated arc leapt from the sword before the caster could finish. Pure Lightning speared across the corridor, punching through the man’s chest and blasting him off his feet.

His body slammed into the far wall and slid down, leaving a scorched smear.

In less than half a minute, the remaining hunters collapsed.

Silence did not return. The air still crackled.

At the far end, the four no longer looked amused.

The spear-wielder’s grip tightened.

"That’s not normal speed amplification."

"It’s not just speed. It’s layered output. The lightning enhances his physical strike and speed," the caster said.

"He’s stronger than before." The shield-bearer frowned, jaw flexing.

The agile woman’s eyes remained locked on Clyde.

"He’s protecting the girl’s position now. Look at his angles. He’s shifting slightly left every time to block our line of sight," said the woman.

They felt it clearly that the Apex had just evolved again.

"Attack."

The spear-wielder did not shout it in rage. He issued it like a command on a battlefield.

They moved as one after that. The shield-bearer stepped forward first, heavy steps crushing broken tiles beneath him. A wide tower shield materialized fully in his grip, its surface layered with reinforced magical plates. Light rippled across it as defensive enchantments activated in overlapping waves.

Behind him, the caster’s hands were already weaving patterns. Circles of compressed magic formed at her fingertips, rotating in tight spirals.

The agile woman blurred to the side, vanishing into the smoke and broken pillars, seeking an angle.

The spear-wielder lowered his stance and charged.

Clyde did not wait either. Lightning detonated beneath his feet.

Using his [Pure Lightning], he vanished in a white-blue flash and reappeared directly in front of the shield-bearer. The Demonic Sword descended like a guillotine wrapped in a lightning.

The impact was catastrophic.

The bone blade met the reinforced shield. Lightning discharged on contact. The corridor exploded with light and sound as thunder cracked violently through the confined space.

The shockwave blasted corpses and debris outward in all directions.

The shield-bearer’s boots carved trenches through the floor as he absorbed the strike, teeth bared. The shield held, but fractures spiderwebbed across its glowing surface already.

At that same instant, the spear-wielder thrust.

His timing was precise. The spear slipped around the shield’s edge, aimed for Clyde’s exposed ribs.

Clyde twisted. Lightning snapped along his spine, forcing his body into an unnatural acceleration.

The spear grazed the side of his armor instead of piercing deep.

Clyde answered with a kick enhanced by [Pure Lightning.]

His heel collided with the spear-wielder’s chest like a cannon shot. Electricity erupted on impact, launching the man backward through a cracked pillar. Stone burst apart as he crashed through it.

The caster released her spell.

Dozens of condensed bolts compressed into a single spiraling lance and screamed toward Clyde’s back.

Mina saw it first.

"Behind you!"

Clyde heard it move. He disappeared and reappeared above the shield-bearer, the lance missing him by inches and obliterating the floor where he had stood. The tiles were vaporized and the concrete ruptured.

Midair, Clyde drove his blade downward.

"HAAAA!"

The shield-bearer roared and raised his defense again. Lightning slammed into the barrier. The floor beneath them cratered violently.

The agile woman finally struck.

She emerged from Clyde’s blind side, twin blades coated in a faint poison aura. Her movements were silent and surgically precise.

One blade aimed for his throat, the other for the tendons behind his knee.

But Clyde had shifted his positioning from the start.

He had kept Mina behind his left flank to narrow their angles. He anticipated this vector.

[Pure Lightning] flared explosively around him in a radial burst.

The agile woman was forced to disengage. She flipped backward as electricity scorched the air where she had been.

The spear-wielder returned, blood trailing from his mouth but he looked fine. Aura igniting around his weapon.

He thrust again, this time channeling rotational force through the shaft.

The spear and sword collided.

BOOM!

Shockwaves tore outward in rings. Cracks spread across the entire corridor floor.

The caster intensified her output, feeding more magic power into the shield-bearer’s defense while launching precision attacks at Mina to split their focus.

Mina deflected one bolt, barely avoided another, and drove forward to intercept the agile woman.

Steel clashed rapidly behind Clyde as the two women exchanged blinding strikes.

Clyde pushed harder.

Lightning thickened, turning from white-blue into near-blinding silver. His movements became streaks rather than steps.

He struck the shield three times in less than a second.

On the fourth impact, the shield shattered.

The explosion caved in the floor beneath all of them.

Concrete gave way. The entire level collapsed.

They fell.

Chunks of flooring, steel beams, broken walls, and bodies tumbled with them into the lower floor. Dust swallowed everything.

They crashed into the next level in a violent storm of debris.

Clyde landed first, lightning bursting outward to stabilize his footing.

The spear-wielder landed opposite him in a roll. The shield-bearer hit like a meteor, cratering the ground again.

The caster floated briefly before touching down. The agile woman dropped silently beside Mina.

There was no pause. They clashed again.

Blades flashed. Magic power detonated. Lightning ripped through support pillars.

The building could not endure it.

Each collision tore away structural integrity. Floors fractured beneath their feet repeatedly. The walls buckled. The windows exploded.

They fell again as another section gave way.

And again.

Through level after level, their battle carved a vertical tunnel of destruction down the building’s spine.

Finally, with one last thunderous collision between Clyde’s lightning-wrapped blade and the spear’s full-force thrust, the remaining foundation failed.

The entire structure groaned. Then it collapsed.

From the outside, the building folded inward, imploding into a roaring avalanche of concrete, glass, and steel.

Dust mushroomed into the sky. Lightning flickered briefly within the rubble before vanishing beneath settling debris.

Silence followed. Only drifting smoke and the crackle of dying energy remained where a towering structure had once stood.

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