Apocalypse Baby

Freya stood frozen, watching Alex with a mix of awe and dread.

Her mind raced, struggling to process what she had just witnessed.

A clone.

Kato and the other two had been fighting a clone the entire time.

Not just any clone—one strong enough to push three opponents to their limits.

If that was just a fraction of Alex's strength… how powerful was the original?

A chill ran down her spine.

"I see you don't need any help."

Alex turned toward her.

His voice came out steadier than she expected.

Their eyes met.

His gaze was calm and unreadable gaze made.

Freya felt her breath hitch.

She had never needed her assistance.

Xeno had been tough.

Skilled, fast, and precise.

But he had underestimated her.

And he had paid for it with his life.

His body was proof—kneeling, riddled with daggers, lifeless eyes still wide in disbelief.

Freya exhaled.

She and Alex were similar in more ways than one.

She also had a skill that could paralyze her enemies like [Petrify].

But unlike Alex, she had to make physical contact for it to work.

Freya winced as she felt the sting in her shoulder.

The arrow had removed the arrow that had pierced there, but it still hurt, a painful reminder of her gamble.

But it was worth it.

She had forced Xeno, a skilled archer, into close combat.

And to her surprise—he was terrible at it.

The adrenaline surged through her, fueling her every move.

She couldn't fall.

She wouldn't fall.

With ferocity she never knew she had, she attacked—daggers flashing, cutting through the air, slicing into flesh.

Xeno barely had time to react as she overwhelmed him, blade after blade piercingg his body.

But she didn't stop.

Not until the final dagger was buried deep in his skull.

Silence.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stepped back, hands trembling.

Her first kill.

Her stomach twisted.

The metallic scent of blood clung to her.

She doubled over and hurled.

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Ding!

[You have killed Xeno Newman.]

[You have received 3,000 Nightmare Points.]

[You have received 120 Stat Points.]

The notification popped up in front of her, cold and emotionless.

It made her stomach churn even more.

This trial was sick.

She turned at the sound of curses.

Kyiv.

Still stuck in the ground.

His sword, already cracked and broken, was now jammed deep into the earth.

Frustrated, he stabbed the ground again, but it was pointless.

His legs were still trapped in the hardened ground.

He had dented the earth around him, but it wasn't enough.

He couldn't break free.

Freya exhaled, wiping the sweat from her brow.

She walked towards him the grip on her blade tighter.

Her footsteps were slow, deliberate.

She only needed one clean throw.

And he'd be dead.

He had tried to kill her for Nightmare Points...why shouldn't she do the same?

Kyiv's eyes widened in panic on seeing Frey coming holding a blade..

In a last-ditch effort, he ripped his broken sword from the ground and hurled it like a javelin.

But Freya turned sharply, and the blade missed.

"Dammit!" Kyiv cursed.

Freya turned back, her glare sharp, her anger unmistakable.

Kyiv saw it—the cold fury in her eyes.

He knew he'd messed up.

His breath hitched.

He threw up his hands.

"Wait!" he pleaded.

"Don't do this!"

Freya's expression didn't change.

Her grip on the dagger tightened.

His voice cracked.

"I have a daughter."

"Stop with the excuses, you filth."

Her voice was laced with disgust.

"I'm someone else's daughter too."

Kyiv lowered his head.

Guilt weighed on his shoulders.

"You're right," he muttered.

"I'm sorry..."

His voice was weak.

"I know it's pathetic to keep using her as an excuse… but I have to."

His hands shook.

"I need to get back to her."

Freya raised her blade.

Kyiv squeezed his eyes shut, his breath shaky, his body trembling.

He let out a quiet sniff, waiting for the inevitable.

Freya exhaled slowly.

Her grip on the dagger loosened.

Then—she walked past him.

She didn't do it.

She couldn't.

Freya clenched her fists.

There was no reason to kill him.

She had already gotten the Nightmare Points she needed from killing Xeno.

If she killed Kyiv now, it would be out of spite.

And she was no monster.

But Alex?

Alex definitely was.

And the scariest part?

He could smile afterward like it was nothing.

Freya shuddered.

Alex was truly a monster.

But maybe... being one was the only way to survive here.

She stood there, frozen in thought, her mind spiraling.

Then—

A voice snapped her back to reality.

"What are you looking at?"

Freya's head jerked up.

Alex was watching her, his expression unreadable.

She blinked.

"Nothing..." she muttered. Enjoy new tales from My Virtual Library Empire

"Just lost in thought."

Alex then walked towards her.

Her heart raced and she couldn't help but assume the worst.

His steps were steady and controlled.

As he passed Freya, he spoke without looking back.

"Let's go then."

Freya hesitated for a moment before following.

Behind them, Kyiv's heart pounded.

His breath hitched.

No.

They were leaving him.

If they walked away now, he'd be trapped.

Stuck.

With no way out.

Just waiting.

Waiting for death.

Kyiv's voice cracked with desperation.

"Please... just get me out of here! I swear I won't attack!"

Alex snorted.

Not a chance.

He had seen the look in Kyiv's eyes the moment Freya turned her back.

The flicker of hatred.

The sharp glint of killer.

If he had the chance—he would attack in a heartbeat.

Alex ignored him and kept walking.

Kyiv's pleas turned into choked sobs.

"Please..."

His voice cracked, his eyes brimming with tears.

Freya slowed her steps.

Her fingers curled into a fist.

She knew Kyiv was dangerous, but...

Was leaving him to die really the right thing to do?

She took a breath.

"Alex, maybe we should..."

"You bitch!"

Kyiv's sudden scream cut through the air like a knife.

Freya whirled around, startled.

Kyiv's face was twisted with rage.

"You're just as bad as me!" he spat. "You killed Xeno! Don't you feel guilty?! If you do, then give me his points! I need them more than you do!"

Freya's stomach tightened.