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

Clyde narrowed his eyes at the subtle magical ripple lingering in the air. He couldn't ignore it.

"Someone… or something here has magic before the Selection Stage? That shouldn't be possible."

In his previous life, the Selection Stage had arrived without warning. The sky tore open. The world twisted. People awakened to power or died instantly by thr monsters that suddenly appear.

There was no prelude or early signs. No fragments of magic wandering through an ordinary world. At least not what he knew of.

He had been clueless back then. Just trying to survive.

But this time was different. Maybe his knoweledge was lacking.

"Either something slipped through early… or my senses are getting dull."

He didn't hesitate to find out and making sure. Clyde turned then walking with calm stels toward the edge of the school grounds where the magical presence was strongest. It pulled at him like a whisper on the wind.

Scattered Pieces