Apocalypse Gachapon

“Ali! Babah! Mansour!”

Suhail’s furious roar echoed through the opulent palace hall.

Yet none of the named nobles responded.

Despair slowly gnawed at Suhail’s heart.

Had Aba bought all these men? How had that filthy black man achieved this? And why did they despise His Majesty so deeply? Why had they all turned?

“Where is your noble honor?! What of your sworn oaths?! Will you forsake your very souls for some baseborn black bastard?!”

Suhail made his final stand, hoping his fury might rekindle some shred of conscience. Just one wavering ally could turn the tide!

Though most present were merely seven-star evolvers, a handful had reached eight-star. Even with their pitiful combat experience, their assistance could create an opening.

But the frozen silence crushed his hopes. Not a man stirred. His words fell on deaf ears.

The loyal warrior’s heart plunged into darkness.

Am I truly the last who remains faithful?

Then—

“PRINCE! ACT NOW!”

Suhail suddenly twisted against the daggers at his throat, heedless of the green-grade blades slicing his flesh.

The prince couldn’t betray them—he was the king’s own blood, the heir apparent!

Yet the face that met him wore not just indifference… but eager anticipation.

“You think too much, Suhail.” The prince smirked, stepping close to pat the restrained man’s cheek. “Do you know how long this old fool has clung to power? Had he surrendered the Holy City to me sooner, those Eastern dogs would never have breached our walls! I’d have annihilated them a hundred kilometers out!”

A feverish flush colored the prince’s face as he shifted to reveal Ahmad’s motionless back.

“The Holy City is but a gilded cage. Only recently did I learn—vast new worlds await my conquest!”

Spittle flew as the prince’s voice rose. “The old man became a level-nine through our Lord’s grace, yet remains incomplete! Why? Because he’s weak! A coward who squandered every opportunity!”

No trace of filial piety colored his words.

“Today, Aba activates the gift our Lords left—claiming the old man’s missing fragments of level-nine power! Soon he’ll emerge complete, and those Eastern bastards will pay!”

Suhail’s eyes widened in horror as Aba withdrew the dagger from Ahmad’s back, pressing their bodies together. He roared curses, warning of Cloud Peak’s three or four level-nine existences—what could one complete level-nine hope to achieve?

The prince’s face darkened.

“Too noisy.”

With sudden violence, he forced Waleed and Nayeef’s blades deeper into Suhail’s throat.

The loyalist collapsed, his fading vision filled with nobles turning away—all eyes fixed ahead where something momentous unfolded.

…………………………

Ye Zhongming arrived at Cloud Peak’s position near the palace with the Female Guard.

Though fighting continued, its intensity had waned to sporadic clashes.

The rat horde and genetic warriors now formed a perimeter around two palace flanks, while six elite Cloud Peak units secured the remaining sides. Within this cordon, over 800,000 Holy City evolvers were trapped.

Even counting the rats, Cloud Peak’s forces numbered barely 200,000—most remaining zombies being those still controlled by Talking Lady and Brain Child. The rest either lay destroyed or rampaged through distant districts.

Given the city’s vastness, compressing all survivors toward the palace was impossible—at least another 100,000-200,000 evolvers remained scattered beyond the siege.

The math was grim: in under ten hours, the Holy City had lost six figures of lives.

Such was war in the apocalypse—especially when facing Cloud Peak’s full wrath.

“Boss… there’s something wrong with the energy up there.”

Guang Yao stared at the towering palace, face grave.

Ye Zhongming nodded. He’d sensed it too—a bizarre, terrifying power fluctuating between unsettling calm and heart-stopping intensity.

Even he found its peaks frightening.

What could this be? Even if Ahmad became level nine with extraterrestrial help, he shouldn’t surpass me…

Talking Lady appeared, her black cat purring.

“Your thoughts?”

The psychic entity—now fully sentient—studied the palace before answering:

“Something is merging.” A pause. “We should have attacked earlier. Now… it’s complete.”

As she spoke, unearthly chanting reverberated across the Holy City—just as dawn’s first light tore through the night.