Apocalypse Baby

Chapter 75 Damn Monkey: Ruthless

Alex moved like a whirlwind, his sword flashing in deadly arcs.

He slashed through the arm of one monkey, silencing its shrill scream with a swift boot to its mouth, sending it crumpling to the ground.

Before he could pause, another monkey lunged at him.

Without hesitation, Alex grabbed it by the face and slammed it into a nearby tree with bone-cracking force.

Poop bullets rained down from above, each projectile streaking through the air like a missile.

Alex twisted and dodged, his movements sharp and precise as he avoided the disgusting attacks.

His blade carved through the air, slicing down three more monkeys in quick succession.

Their lifeless bodies tumbled from the treetops, thudding against the forest floor below.

The remaining monkeys howled in rage, their voices echoing through the forest canopy.

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More poop bullets fired, but their aim faltered, striking trees instead of their target.

Alex leaped from branch to branch, his body moving with the agility of a predator.

His high agility made navigating the dense forest almost effortless, each jump and dash as smooth as flowing water.

He grinned to himself—it was almost like he was a monkey too.

Two monkeys barred his path, snarling and ready to pounce.

Alex didn't even slow down.

His sword flashed twice, a blur of motion, and the creatures fell lifeless from their perches.

But before he could exhale, a higher-ranking monkey appeared—a Rank C beast, its eyes burning with cunning intelligence.

The monkey fired a poop bullet directly at him.

Alex spotted it coming and weaved to the side, narrowly avoiding the disgusting projectile. He didn't stop moving, his momentum carrying him forward.

With a sharp swing of his blade, he decapitated the beast in a clean motion, its headless body collapsing onto the branch it stood on.

Behind him, a group of furious monkeys gave chase, their howls growing louder as they closed in. Alex smirked, his hand slipping into his pouch.

He pulled out a handful of Blastshards, small explosive crystals. Without looking back, he tossed them high into the air behind him.

"Eat this."

The Blastshards detonated mid-air, sending a shockwave through the forest.

A fiery explosion ripped through the canopy, scattering splintered wood and debris.

The pursuing monkeys didn't stand a chance—those caught in the blast were flung from the trees, their bodies falling lifelessly to the forest floor.

Alex landed on a sturdy branch, the aftermath of the explosion lighting up his surroundings. He didn't care about the noise. If the explosion attracted attention, so be it.

The more, the better.

He wasn't worried about tiring out.

His skill, [Vigor Drive], worked like a perpetual motion engine, refilling his stamina with every strike he landed.

It made him perfectly suited for drawn-out battles, and this situation was exactly what he thrived on.

There were still more monkeys ahead, their silhouettes visible in the dim light filtering through the leaves.

Alex tightened his grip on his sword, muscles tensing, and dashed toward them, his movements a blur of speed and power.

At first, his strikes were sloppy.

The dense canopy and uneven terrain threw off his rhythm, and the memory of his childhood trauma lingered, making him hesitate.

But as he landed each blow, slicing through the shrieking primates, his confidence grew.

The nervous tremor in his hand disappeared.

His strikes became sharper, more calculated, and brutally efficient. His fear melted away, replaced by a cold, ruthless determination.

With every swing of his blade, Alex honed his technique.

A monkey lunged at him from above—he sidestepped and cleaved it in two with a powerful horizontal slash.

Another tried to flank him; he pivoted smoothly, driving his sword through its chest.

Blood sprayed across the leaves, but Alex didn't slow down.

His movements became a deadly dance, blending instinct and precision.

Meanwhile, deeper in the forest, a larger monkey moved through the shadows.

Its hulking frame set it apart from the others, its eyes glinting with intelligence. Its fur bristled with energy as it barked orders, rallying a group of subordinates.

[Monkey General - Rank C (R)]

The Monkey General's narrowed eyes locked onto the distant glow of the explosion. It grunted, annoyed.

The sound of chaos and destruction filled the air—a clear sign that something was stirring trouble in monkey territory.

It suspected a gnoll—those wretched creatures were notorious for hunting monkeys for food.

The Monkey General swung effortlessly from branch to branch, its powerful tail acting like a spring-loaded whip, launching it forward with precision and speed.

It moved through the forest canopy getting close to the chaos.

Then it landed gracefully on a clearing, its sharp claws digging into the bark of a massive tree.

Its piercing eyes immediately locked onto the source of the chaos below.

A human.

The Monkey General's gaze narrowed as it watched its troops being decimated.

The human wore a long coat that flared dramatically with his movements.

His blade shimmered in the dappled sunlight, each swing precise and deadly.

The strikes were merciless, cutting through multiple monkeys at once.

The General could see it clearly: its troop had no chance.

If this continued, they'd all fall.

It growled low in its throat, its authority rippling through the air, and decided to take matters into its own hands.

With a flick of its tail, the Monkey General summoned a ball of dung—a grotesque yet deadly weapon, infused with its energy.

The ball floated effortlessly toward its tail, glowing faintly as it began to spin.

The Monkey General snarled, its eyes glinting with malice.

Energy coursed through the ball, causing the surface to ripple with heat. It grew hotter and hotter until flames burst to life, engulfing the sphere in a blaze of crackling fire.

With a swift flick of its tail, the General hurled the flaming projectile directly at Alex.

The fiery orb cut through the air, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake.

Alex, deep in the rhythm of his relentless attacks, felt the incoming danger before he saw it. His instincts screamed at him to move.

Without hesitation, he twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the fiery projectile as it smashed into a tree behind him, exploding in a burst of heat and embers.

The explosion sent a shockwave through the forest, momentarily shaking the canopy.

Alex landed lightly on a branch, his sharp gaze snapping toward the source of the attack.

In the next instant, he was gone, his form a blur of speed.

The Monkey General blinked.

And a second later, Alex was right in front of it.

"What?"

Panicked, it scurried backward, its claws scratching at the bark of the tree as it scrambled for distance.

With a low growl, the monkey summoned more fireballs, its tail whipping furiously to ignite the swirling orbs of energy.

But before it could release the attack, Alex muttered a single word, his voice calm and cold:

"Petrify."

The Monkey General froze mid-motion, its body locking up like stone.

The fireballs hovering near its tail flickered and dissolved into harmless embers, vanishing into the wind.

A crushing weight pressed down on the monkey, and its eyes darted wildly, unable to move.

It felt fear.

A primal fear it hadn't experienced since facing its king.

Alex's boots crunched against the forest floor as he walked forward, his sword glinting ominously in the dim light. The pressure grew heavier with each step, suffocating the Monkey General's will to resist.

"W-wait!" the monkey managed to choke out, its voice trembling with desperation.

"Please..."

But Alex didn't hesitate.