Apocalypse Baby

Chapter 238 - 238: Three Selections

As soon as Alex accepted the prompt, the world around him exploded into streaks of light.

It felt like being launched through space in a ship moving at the speed of light.

But he wasn't just surrounded by stars—they were everywhere.

Above, below, beside him.

Twisting and stretching into glowing ribbons, bending reality itself.

Colors warped into each other like paint swirling in water, as if he were slipping through the cracks between dimensions.

His body floated. Limbs loose. No gravity, no weight. Just him, drifting through this tunnel of cosmic chaos.

Time—or whatever passed for it in this place—felt stretched thin.

Like a rubber band about to snap.

And yet… it wasn't disorienting.

If anything, Alex felt amazing.

No disorientation. No motion sickness.

Just this strange calm and a buzzing energy in his chest.

He stared at the shifting waves of color around him, eyes wide, lips parting slightly.

"This doesn't seem like teleportation," he muttered.

It felt like a transition.

A true shift between worlds.

Like plunging into the depths of some cosmic ocean… diving past the surface and heading straight into something deeper.

Something unknown.

It wasn't instant.

Which meant… he had time before he reached wherever this place was taking him.

And, he figured he might as well make use of the pocket of silence.

So, he turned his focus inward—checking on the one thing he couldn't stop thinking about.

His clones.

Had they disappeared when he got yanked out of the tutorial? Or were they still out there doing their thing?

He closed his eyes and reached out with his mind, tapping into the faint threads that connected him to the scattered fragments of himself.

Each clone left behind a subtle pull, like invisible wires stretching across worlds.

Alex waited…

One heartbeat.

Two.

And there it was.

Still active.

Then another.

And another.

All three clones—still in play.

Alex smirked a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Perfect."

They hadn't been dismissed.

His presence was still there—through the clones.

That meant something important.

He could still operate inside the tutorial… even while being somewhere else entirely.

Alex grinned. Multitasking at its finest.

He closed his eyes again, letting his mind follow the thread to each of his clones—checking what they were up to.

The first one?

Locked in a full-on brawl with beasts.

The battlefield looked like a dungeon—multi-floor, dim lighting, the air thick with danger. Each level seemed more brutal than the last, and his clone was tearing through it like a beast unleashed.

The second?

Moving through a different region. It was on a hunt, scanning over maps and terrain,

With a heavy thud, Alex's boots hit solid ground.

He blinked rapidly, the blinding light slowly clearing from his vision.

And then... he saw it.

A colossal stone arena, rising like a forgotten relic of an ancient empire, but floating in the middle of a vast, endless sky.

There were no walls. No horizon.

Just an endless, star-strewn sky above, and a sea of rolling clouds far beneath, as if a storm was waiting to swallow the world whole.

At the center of this arena stood a massive circular platform, its surface etched with glowing symbols—each one pulsing with a faint, eerie light.

Around him, scattered about—stood other people.

About thirty of them.

Humans.

Like himself.

And they all turned to look at him.