Apocalypse Baby

Alex lunged forward, his hand locking onto Luther's face like a steel trap. Without hesitation, he drove Luther's head into the ground with a thunderous slam.

Luther's body jolted from the impact, and he let out a sharp gasp. Pain shot down his neck, and his vision blurred instantly.

For a moment, his mind scrambled to make sense of what had happened.

One second, he had been standing confidently; the next, there was nothing but searing pain and the cold ground beneath him.

He tried to open his eyes, but his vision swam with darkness. Through the haze, he saw a figure standing over him—a figure wearing a playful, yet unnerving grin.

The grin, combined with the blood splatter and eerie calmness in his eyes, made Alex look like something out of a nightmare.

A surge of dread washed over Luther just before unconsciousness pulled him under.

"Damn you!"

The booming voice of Jagger shattered the silence.

The towering man roared in rage, gripping his massive hammer and charging at Alex.

With a ferocious swing, he aimed a devastating blow at Alex's side.

But Alex was faster.

He darted backward, narrowly avoiding the hammer.

The force of the missed strike sent a powerful gust of wind ripping through the air, kicking up dirt and leaves.

Jagger snarled, unfazed by the miss.

His strength was monstrous, and he swung the hammer again and again, each strike heavy enough to crater the ground.

Despite the weapon's massive size, he wielded it as if it were weightless, his movements brutal and relentless.

But Alex was simply too quick.

With a frustrated roar, Jagger raised his hammer high and slammed it down with all his might, aiming to pulverize Alex where he stood.

The ground shook with the force of the impact, dirt, and debris flying everywhere.

But Alex wasn't there.

Before Jagger could process what happened, Alex surged forward.

His fist connected squarely with Jagger's nose, the sound of the impact echoing like a crack of thunder.

Jagger's massive frame was sent hurtling backward, spinning like a ragdoll through the air.

He crashed into a tree with a sickening thud, the bark splintering under the force.

Blood sprayed from his mouth as he coughed, slumping to the ground in a heap.

"You bastard!" Soren shouted, his voice trembling with fury.

The lanky man lunged at Alex, wielding a blade with shaky determination.

Alex turned to face him, his sharp eyes narrowing as he prepared to counter. But then, a sudden prickling sensation ran down his spine—a warning. Danger was coming from behind.

It was Kiev.

The archer had used Soren's charge as a distraction and released an arrow aimed directly at Alex's neck.

Kiev smirked, certain the shot would hit.

The stranger couldn't possibly have seen it coming.

But Alex did.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Alex twisted his body and snatched the arrow mid-flight. The movement was so seamless it looked almost effortless.

Kiev's smirk faltered, replaced by wide-eyed shock.

Before he could react, Alex hurled the arrow back with blistering speed, the projectile slicing through the air like a missile.

Kiev barely had time to turn his head.

The arrow tore past his cheek, leaving a shallow, stinging cut. He stumbled back, stunned, one hand instinctively touching the fresh wound.

His mind reeled as he struggled to make sense of what he had just seen.

How fast was this guy moving do be able to do that? How many points were in his agility?

The question hammered through Kiev's mind as fear coursed through his veins.

This wasn't normal—not by a long shot.

No ordinary player could pull off what this stranger had just done.

He had taken down Luther, their leader and the most powerful among them, with ease.

He'd sent Jagger flying with nothing but an fist. And then he'd caught an arrow mid-flight like it was child's play.

Kiev's hands trembled slightly, his bow feeling heavier than ever. His body was tense, sweat dripping down his face as he stared at Alex.

"Did we just provoke a demon?"

The thought clawed at the back of his mind, causing him to tremble.

Soren squared off against Alex, his blade trembling slightly in his grasp. Kiev, trying to regain his composure, backed him up by nocking another arrow.

He aimed carefully, hoping to catch the stranger off-guard again.

But Kiev knew he needed a better angle. He leapt for a tree branch, hoping to gain a vantage point. The instant his foot left the ground, he felt a cold, iron grip latch onto his ankle.

His eyes widened in panic.

Looking down, he saw Alex glaring up at him, his expression calm but unnervingly focused.

Before Kiev could even think to struggle, Alex's grip tightened like a vice.

With a surge of inhuman strength, Alex swung Kiev like a ragdoll and hurled him through the air.

Kiev's body collided with Soren, who had been charging in for an attack.

The two of them crashed to the ground in a heap, groaning in pain as dust and leaves scattered around them.

Jagger, clutching his broken nose, let out an enraged roar.

Blood smeared his face, his grip on the massive hammer tightening as he charged at Alex like a berserk beast.

He swung wildly, each strike aimed to crush Alex into the ground. But Alex was untouchable, weaving and sidestepping with the grace of a predator playing with its prey.

The more Jagger missed, the angrier he became. His movements grew sloppier, his hammer slamming into the dirt with earth-shaking force but never hitting its target.

It was maddening.

It was as if Alex was mocking him, his movements practically daring him:

"Hit me if you can."

Jagger's breaths came in ragged gasps, his body screaming for a break. But he didn't dare stop.

Because he could feel it—the moment he paused, Alex would come for him.

So Jagger kept attacking, swinging his hammer like a madman. Each strike shook the ground, sending dirt and debris flying into the air.

Soren and Kiev had recovered by now, and Soren rushed forward, trying to join the fight.

But Jagger's relentless assault left no room for anyone else. He was growling like a wild animal, his movements frantic and chaotic.

Kiev climbed higher into the branches of a tree, bow drawn, and cursed under his breath.

He had a clear vantage point, but Jagger's erratic attacks made it impossible to get a clean shot at their opponent.

"Damn it, Jagger!" he hissed.

Kiev's hands were trembling.

He knew the truth—it wasn't Jaggers fault.

The stranger was just too strong.

He was playing with them, toying with their desperation.

If this guy wanted to, they'd all be dead already.

Why is he dragging this out?

Kiev's thoughts raced as he tried to steady his aim.

He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.

If he didn't take this chance, he'd lose his life for sure.

Finally, Jagger's wild swings opened a small window

. Kiev saw his opportunity and released the arrow, sending it whistling through the air toward Alex.

But the instant the arrow left his bow, Alex turned to face it, his eyes locking onto the projectile, and then he grinned, sending a chill down Kiev's spine.

Alex snatched the arrow out of the air with effortless precision, the motion almost too fast to see.

And Kiev's breath caught in his throa

. "No way…"

Before he could fully process what had happened, Alex spun and drove the arrow straight into Jagger's eye with a sickening crunch.

Jagger let out a guttural scream, the sound filled with pure agony.

He staggered back, dropping his massive hammer as he clawed at his face.

Blood poured down in streams, staining his hands and the ground beneath him.

His screams echoed through the clearing as he stumbled, blinded and overwhelmed by the excruciating pain.

Alex gripped Jagger's massive Warhammer, lifting it with ease despite its immense weight.

He twirled it once, testing its heft, and smirked.

Without hesitation, he brought the hammer down in a devastating swing, aiming directly at Jagger's side.

The sheer force of the impact was monstrous, causing the upper half of Jagger's body to explode into a gruesome spray of blood and gore.

The crimson mess splattered in all directions, painting the battlefield in vivid red.

But Alex stood untouched.

A shimmering, translucent barrier of energy surrounded him—the effect of [Aegis Arcane].

The blood slid harmlessly down the magical shield, pooling on the ground at his feet.

Alex tilted his head, inspecting the carnage with a playful grin.

"Oops," he said, his tone mockingly apologetic.

"Didn't mean to make such a mess."

He let out a casual laugh as if he had just cracked a joke rather than obliterating someone moments ago.

Kiev and Soren, who had been watching from a distance, froze.

Their faces turned pale, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

They exchanged a glance, both thinking the same thing:

This isn't a fight, It was a one-sided slaughter.

The realization hit them like a cold wave.

Facing Alex was suicide.

They were like ants standing before a titan, and their only possible outcome was death. Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire

Fear consumed them, and without another word, they turned and bolted in opposite directions, their footsteps frantic and uncoordinated as they tried to escape.

They didn't care about the unconsciousless Luther.

It was a run for their lives.

But Alex wasn't about to let them get away.

His smile faded, replaced by a cold expression.

His voice low and chilling, as he muttered:

"Running won't save you."

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