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Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode

[ THE EARTH YOU KNOW WILL END IN SIX DAYS ] After the text appeared the world was no longer the same. The apocalyptic scenarios that humanity could imagine began to occur one after another. Monsters, meteors, natural disasters. All of them came after the six-day countdown ended. Fortunately, humans are given something to fight back. Or actually to make things much more interesting. They became Players. No one knows who is behind all this. Humans have no other choice but to survive amid this chaos by playing. But Clyde didn't live it like the others. Because he was the only human who had the lowest difficulty in the End Time Game. He plays in Easy Mode, and he already read this kind of thing in web novels. Except, there are no such thing as 'Regressor' in those webnovels. Until he met them. "Wait, I only hit that monster once and it died right away?!" “Whoa, I got an A-grade weapon right away!?” "There are... 4 Regressors?" How is Clyde's journey in this apocalyptic world with the lowest difficulty? is he going to become a Hero, or just dominate the humans, the Gods, and the Supernatural beings? [ THIS IS NOT HAREM STORY. ]

Diyen_Pi · แฟนตาซี
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The cyborg's eyes, which previously only focused on Rodney, were now aware of Clyde's presence, who suddenly lunged at him.

He gritted his teeth even harder. "STOP BOTHERING ME YOU ANNOYING FUCKER!"

The cyborg swung his arm at Clyde. From that hand came several sharp blades that immediately shot toward Clyde with incredible speed.

However, Clyde's body which was still covered in lightning indicated that he was still activating [Skill: Pure Lightning]. Thus, the speed of the blades wasn't a big problem for him.

Clyde skillfully moved the Elderglass Sword to block all the blades the cyborg threw. Then he continued to continuously dash towards him.

*CLANG!*

In the blink of an eye, Clyde was right in front of the cyborg with the Elderglass Sword pointed at his neck. But the cyborg still managed to cross his arms in time to block the thrust of the sword.