Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode

The statement should have been something only three people could have known. Clyde,Hammer, and Maethion.

Hammer knew that this young man had only recently arrived at Sivagadh Fortress. There was no reasonable way for him to know about the Elderglass sword or the artifact Hammer had once created for Clyde.

But the boy had spoken about both with absolute familiarity.

He knew the true name of the Elderglass sword. He knew about the special key Hammer had created for Clyde, the artifact that allowed him to open portals to places he wanted to reach.

Hammer’s expression became increasingly unsettled.

Maethion could have known those secrets, but there was no reason for the elf to tell a newly arrived survivor about them. Especially not someone he had never met before.

That left only one possibility. An impossible one. This boy was actually Clyde.

"But that’s impossible..." Hammer said aloud without realizing it. He shook his head, desperately trying to reject the thought.

Clyde let out a quiet sigh. "Believe me, I thought the same thing at first. But this is what happened. I came back from the dead and woke up inside this boy’s body. Maybe it has something to do with the mysterious power I possessed."

Hammer stared at him for a long time. The face was different. The body was different. Even Clyde’s voice had changed.

But the atmosphere surrounding him was familiar. So were his eyes. That gaze. Hammer had seen it countless times before. The longer he looked, the more difficult it became to deny what stood before him. It really looked like Clyde’s gaze.

Eventually, Hammer released a long breath.

He had known Clyde for a long time. The young man had always possessed an absurd ability to turn impossible things into reality.

So perhaps returning from death was not too far beyond him after all.

"Alright," Hammer finally said. "I believe you."

Clyde smiled faintly.

"Can you give me any more explanation about what happened?" Hammer asked.

"Other than fighting the Higher Beings and eventually being killed by them, I can’t tell you anything else," Clyde replied. "I don’t understand it either."

"I see..." Hammer nodded slowly. He still understood almost nothing, but he decided not to press the matter further. "Then what are you planning to do now?"

"What else?" Clyde answered. "I need to get stronger. I need to recover my old level. Everything was reset when I entered this body."

Hammer nodded. "Yeah. That sounds exactly like the course of action you’d take. So you need weapons?"

Clyde smiled. For a moment, Hammer almost felt as though he was looking at the old Clyde again, despite the unfamiliar face standing before him.

"You already know."

"Hm." Hammer crossed his arms. "I’ve completed several weapons using your Elderglass sword as inspiration. I’ve experimented with materials that shouldn’t normally be usable as weapons like crystals, glass, ice, even condensed magical energy. You liked what you saw when you came in?"

"Yeah. They look similar to my old Elderglass sword. But I’m not sure about their strength."

Hammer snorted. "Of course they don’t compare to that thing." He turned toward one of the worktables. "Wait until tomorrow. I have a sword I’ve been working on. It should be finished by then. You can use it."

Clyde nodded. "Thanks."

Hammer stared at him for another moment before releasing a long sigh.

A small smile finally appeared on his weathered face.

"Welcome back, old friend."

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The following day, just as Hammer had promised, the sword was finished.

Clyde immediately returned to the forge and entered Hammer’s workshop as he had done countless times in his previous life.

Hammer was already waiting. And beside him rested the sword.

Clyde stopped in front of the table and looked at it.

The weapon looked simple at first glance. It was a long sword with a straight blue blade that resembled transparent glass. Small white particles floated within it, trapped beneath the surface like countless tiny bubbles suspended inside frozen water.

The hilt was made from dark black wood, smooth and carefully carved. The guard was formed from polished black bone, with a simple but sturdy shape. There was no unnecessary decoration.

Clyde could feel its strength immediately. A faint pressure radiated from the blade.

Clyde stepped closer and reached out and wrapped his fingers around the hilt.

The moment he touched it, a subtle vibration traveled through his arm.

His eyes narrowed. The sword responded to his touch.

Magic energy flowed through the blade almost naturally, moving through the transparent material before disappearing into its depths.

Clyde slowly lifted it. He swung the sword once through the empty air. A faint cutting sound followed.

His expression changed slightly. "This is..."

Hammer watched him closely.

Clyde examined the blade again before giving it another small swing.

"The balance is excellent," Clyde said.

Hammer’s mouth curled upward.

Clyde continued, his expression becoming more impressed.

"The magical conductivity is much better than I expected. It doesn’t feel like I’m forcing my energy into the blade. It feels like the sword is accepting it."

Hammer’s smile widened. "Of course it does!" The dwarf stepped closer, clearly pleased. "I spent most of the night adjusting the core structure. The material is a combination of several things you probably wouldn’t expect to work together. The blue crystal forms the main body, but the white particles inside stabilize the magical flow."

Clyde looked at the sword again. "And the bone?"

"Black Bone from a creature that lived inside a high-level Ruin. Extremely durable. It doesn’t interfere with the magical current."

Clyde nodded slowly. "It’s good."

Hammer raised an eyebrow. "Just good?"

Clyde smiled. "No. It’s impressive."

Hammer immediately looked satisfied. "That’s better."

Clyde held the sword in front of him and watched the faint light moving inside the transparent blue blade.

It was not Elderglass and could never replace the sword that had accompanied him through his entire previous life.

But it was a good weapon. More importantly, it was something created by an old friend who had once believed Clyde was dead.

Clyde tightened his grip. The weight in his hand felt strangely familiar.

Hammer watched him quietly. Seeing that expression on Clyde’s face made him smile.

"I’m ready to go now."

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