Apocalypse Baby

Chapter 80 - 80: Damn Monkey: Upgrade

[Stealth Walk]

His body shimmered and vanished, disappearing into the shadows as if he'd never been there.

The dark flame dragon slowed, momentarily confused, its fiery body twisting as it

Setting traps closer to the shaman wasn't an option either.

Every time Alex tried to approach, the elder's relentless attacks kept him at bay. He knew he wouldn't survive long enough to place them without being hit.

Setting up a bomb took time—a luxury Alex didn't have.

He gritted his teeth, his mind racing for a solution.

He needed to close the distance, somehow get close enough to deal meaningful damage.

But the elder shaman's relentless attacks and that dragon of dark flame made it nearly impossible.

And then there was the Monkey King.

Alex could feel its gaze. Somewhere out there, hidden among the trees, it was watching him, observing his every move like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce.

The smoke and fumes from the earlier explosion began to clear, and Alex's eyes locked onto the elder shaman.

It was still standing.

Not a scratch, not a single sign of damage. The shaman looked completely unfazed, as though the fiery blast had been little more than a breeze.

"Seriously?" Alex muttered under his breath.

The elder shaman glanced at its shoulder and casually brushed off some imaginary dust, exuding an air of unshakable arrogance.

Alex's jaw tightened, his irritation bubbling over.

No one gets to flex but me.

"You call that an explosion?" the shaman sneered, its voice laced with mockery. "It's laughable. Truly amusing that you've killed so many with such a pathetic display."

Alex's grip on his sword tightened, his knuckles white as he glared at the elder shaman.

"Oh, really?" he shot back, his voice dripping with defiance.

"Why don't you drop that fancy little barrier of yours and have a taste for yourself? I'm sure you wouldn't be laughing after you lose an arm. Or two."

The elder shaman sneered, its voice dripping with menace as it tightened its grip on the staff.

"I don't know if you're dumb or just ambitious, human," it said, its tone laced with mockery. "But if you think you're leaving this place alive, then you're sorely mistaken."

Alex stared at the shaman, his expression calm, almost detached.

He didn't bother responding to the taunt.

His mind was elsewhere.

Think.

He had been doing a lot of that during this fight.

The shaman wasn't just strong; it was cunning, and if Alex was going to win, he needed to use every advantage he had.

Having multiple skills was a blessing, no doubt. It made him versatile, adaptable, able to respond to any situation. But there was a downside.

Too many options.

When you've got an arsenal of powerful abilities, picking the right one in the heat of the moment becomes a challenge. And with skills as flashy and cool as his, the temptation to try them all was hard to resist.

But now wasn't the time for experiments. He needed certainty. He needed power.

And if he had to bet on just one skill—one ability that had carried him through thick and thin, saving him in clutch moments—it had to be [Exploding Touch].

This skill wasn't just strong; it was the reason Alex had gotten this far. It had turned desperate situations into victories, giving him the edge he needed to survive and grow stronger.

Sure, he'd already upgraded it twice with his precious upgrade stones, but now he wondered...

What if I take it even further?

Two more upgrades? Maybe three? What kind of destructive force would it unleash then?

It wouldn't just be a bomb anymore. It'd be a nuke—a skill that could obliterate anything in its path.

The thought made him grin.

Decision made, Alex reached into his inventory and pulled out the Attributes Converter.

The device shimmered in his hand, its surface glowing faintly as if sensing the importance of the moment.

It's time for an upgrade.

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