Diyen_Pi

[ THE EARTH YOU KNOW WILL END IN SIX DAYS ] 

After the text appeared the world was no longer the same. The apocalyptic scenarios that humanity could imagine began to occur one after another. 

Monsters, meteors, natural disasters. All of them came after the six-day countdown ended.

Fortunately, humans are given something to fight back. Or actually to make things much more interesting. They became Players. 

No one knows who is behind all this. 

Humans have no other choice but to survive amid this chaos by playing. 

But Clyde didn't live it like the others. Because he was the only human who had the lowest difficulty in the End Time Game. 

He plays in Easy Mode, and he already read this kind of thing in web novels. Except, there are no such thing as 'Regressor' in those webnovels. Until he met them. 

"Wait, I only hit that monster once and it died right away?!"

“Whoa, I got an A-grade weapon right away!?” 

"There are... 4 Regressors?" 

How is Clyde's journey in this apocalyptic world with the lowest difficulty? 

is he going to become a Hero, or just dominate the humans, the Gods, and the Supernatural beings?

[ THIS IS NOT HAREM STORY. ]

Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode

The silence between them stretched for several seconds. Clyde recognized the same look in Michael's eyes that he had seen before in Uriel and Gabriel. Arrogance. Disdain.

It was obvious that Michael didn't like him. And Clyde, in turn, could see it clearly. But now that they were in the same boat, what choice did they have but to work together?

"Hey," Clyde said, cocking his head. "So, you're the other agent of the Ancient God. What's your name? Sorry, but I'm not exactly familiar with Archangels."

Michael continued to glare at him, his teeth clenched. Clyde could see it—no, he could even sense it. Michael's eyes burned with dangerous intent.

"What's wrong? You don't look too happy to see me, even though you were the one who opened the portal for me," Clyde said casually. Then, without a care, he strolled toward one of the more comfortable-looking couches and sat down.

First Meeting