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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 · 奇幻
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Clyde who heard the information that Wiley conveyed raised his head. He did see a group of pterodactyls swooping down on Leon. But if there really are pink spots on their bodies, he can't see them because the spots are too small.

But he's sure that the pink spots - quite possibly crystals - do exist. Because he had seen similar crystals on the abnormal T-Rex's back at that time.

"Be careful. The pterodactyls might be a little different than the raptors before," said Clyde.

Wiley, Lola, and Rosie all turned to look at him with confused looks.

"What do you mean?" Rosie asked.

"Maybe they will issue a different attack. Just be careful and pay close attention." Then Clyde glanced at Lola. "You should aim better this time."

Lola swallowed hard once more. She seemed to feel the air around her getting heavier after Clyde's words.

"The pterodactyls might throw some kind of projectile too," Clyde added.

"How do we kill them?" he asked.