The Spare's Second Chance in Apocalypse
Chapter 311: Ch 310: Against a God- Part 1

Chapter 311: Ch 310: Against a God- Part 1

The dungeon trembled around them, flickering with unstable energy.

Luke and Ethan stood in the eye of the chaos, their powers flaring like dying stars clashing in a final blaze.

Each blow they exchanged shook the ruined corridor, arcs of flame and distorted shadow colliding with no sign of either side yielding.

Ethan gritted his teeth as he deflected another strike, the heat from Luke’s corrupted power licking at his skin like acid.

"Why, Luke? Why would you help that thing destroy everything? Are you really that tired of living?"

He shouted over the storm.

Luke didn’t answer. His expression remained blank, as though even the effort of replying wasn’t worth the energy.

He raised his hand again, darkness gathering in his palm, and struck. Ethan blocked it, staggering slightly as the force cracked the stone beneath his feet.

"You’re not even trying to understand."

Ethan muttered.

But then, finally, Luke faltered—just for a breath.

Ethan saw the hesitation in his movements and pushed harder, slamming him back with a burst of raw flame.

Luke skidded across the floor, stopping just shy of the jagged edge of a broken platform.

Panting, he looked up. His eyes weren’t filled with hatred or madness—they were empty.

"This world never gave me anything. Not a purpose. Not a place. Not a reason to wake up each day."

Luke said slowly. He paused, letting the words sink in.

"Selene did."

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

"You barely knew her. How can she mean that much to you?"

A chuckle escaped Luke’s lips. He stood, shakily, brushing the blood from his mouth.

"You think I just met her now? I met her long ago. When I was at my lowest—when I wanted nothing more than to disappear from this cursed world. She found me. She said one thing that made me stop. Just one. But it stuck."

Ethan’s chest tightened. He didn’t know what to say.

Luke smiled—bitter and small.

"She didn’t even remember me when we met again. But I remembered her. I remembered the light in her eyes. That hope."

His voice darkened.

"Now that she’s the one lost, I won’t abandon her. Even if she’s not... herself anymore."

"Luke..."

Ethan stepped forward.

But Luke’s eyes shifted—just for a fraction of a second—and he lunged.

The blow came fast, dirty, and filled with desperation.

But Ethan reacted quicker. His flame surged to meet the strike, the shockwave tossing them both back in opposite directions. They landed with twin grunts of pain.

"You’re fixated. You’re clinging to something that doesn’t exist anymore. Selene isn’t the same—and helping that thing in her body? That’s not saving her."

Ethan said, rising again.

Luke laughed as he sat up, holding his bleeding side.

"Maybe. Maybe you’re right. But it’s all I have left. I’m tired, Ethan. Tired of thinking, tired of fighting, tired of searching for meaning that doesn’t exist."

He stumbled to his feet, his body trembling.

Ethan frowned.

"Then stop. Find peace with yourself. Don’t throw yourself away for a memory."

Luke didn’t answer this time. His gaze wandered to the edge of the platform behind him. Cracks spiderwebbed out beneath his heels.

Beyond that was nothing—an endless chasm of energy swirling like a storm beneath the dungeon’s fractured base.

"No more second chances for someone like me."

Luke said softly.

Ethan’s eyes widened.

"Luke, don’t—"

But it was already too late. Luke turned toward the edge and began dragging himself toward it, step by broken step.

Ethan moved. Fast. A burst of energy shot from his feet as he leapt to catch him.

But his reach wasn’t far enough.

Luke looked back over his shoulder just once.

"Thanks for trying. Even if you didn’t try hard enough."

And then he let go.

Ethan’s fingers brushed his coat—but couldn’t hold.

Luke vanished into the abyss below, swallowed by the storm of energy.

Ethan stood frozen, arm still outstretched, flames flickering around his clenched fist. Silence filled the dungeon, thick and oppressive.

He hadn’t truly wanted to stop Luke. Not completely.

And now it was too late.

Ethan stood still for a moment, staring into the void where Luke had fallen.

The swirling energy far below crackled faintly, erasing any trace of the man who had chosen to fall rather than fight.

For a moment, Ethan waited for a reaction—grief, rage, something. But nothing came. His hands hung limply by his sides, and his chest felt hollow.

"Why don’t I feel anything?"

He whispered.

He remembered Luke’s last words, the haunted look in his eyes.

And yet, Ethan felt nothing.

No ache in his chest, no tremble in his fingers. Just a dull silence stretching inside him like a cold void. He clenched his fists and turned away.

"When did I get so numb?"

He barely took a step before something stirred within him.

A familiar ripple, like voices waking from a long sleep. His body tensed as the presence of the others—the souls—began to surface.

The real Ethan, buried deep within him, stirred and spoke.

"Are we close? Did you find her?"

"We’re almost there. Don’t worry. We’ll get Selene back. We have to"

Ethan replied aloud, voice steady.

The corridor twisted as he moved forward, the walls bleeding color and warping like melting glass. The dungeon shifted again—fluid and alive, adapting to him.

Then came the pressure.

The air thickened and pulled at him, not just physically but spiritually.

Ethan gasped as a wave of energy struck him, not like a blade but like a hand, peeling back layers of his being.

His body lurched, his mind screamed, and in a burst of light, he was thrown to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t alone.

Two identical figures stood before him, breathing heavily, confused but alert.

"What the hell..."

Ethan muttered, pushing himself up.

One of the doubles looked around, eyes sharp.

"You feel that? Something just tore us apart."

The other gave a small laugh.

"So that’s what it feels like, huh?"

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

"Who—"

"I’m you. The real you. Or close enough. Whatever you are now... I was the part that stayed asleep after everything happened."

The first one said.

The second one crossed his arms.

"And I’m the other guy. You remember that dungeon, don’t you? The one that broke the system? You made a deal with me back there. I gave you power. Became part of you. Looks like this place pulled us all apart."

Ethan took a breath, slowly letting it out.

"Great. Now I’m three people. Just what I needed."

"Technically, we were always three people."

The second Ethan said with a smirk

"We’re not here to argue. We need to get Selene back. That’s all that matters."

The real Ethan said, stepping forward.

"Agreed."

Said the main Ethan.

The third nodded, serious now.

"Then we do it together."

For a moment, they stood in a circle, the three fragments of one soul united by a single purpose. But the moment of stillness didn’t last.

A rumble echoed through the shifting hallways.

Then a wave of energy hit them—cold, oppressive, and ancient. Ethan froze, his breath caught in his throat. He didn’t need to see the source. He could feel it.

Something immense was approaching.

Something final.

"It’s coming."

The power-enhanced Ethan said, eyes glowing faintly.

The real Ethan tilted his head.

"Feels like the end of the road."

"Or the beginning."

The main Ethan muttered.

They didn’t need to say anything else. All three moved, falling into step together, weapons drawn, power brimming.

Each one carried a part of Ethan—his past, his present, and the choices he’d made to get here.

The corridor ahead twisted one last time, then opened into a vast chamber.

The heart of the final dungeon.

And at its center—floating, motionless, surrounded by runes and pulsing energy—was Selene.

Or rather, the thing that wore her face.

Her body was suspended in the air, eyes glowing with an inhuman light, arms spread as if crucified by the dungeon itself.

And when her head turned toward them, the voice that echoed out wasn’t hers.

[So you’ve come, at last.]

Ethan’s fists tightened.

The final battle had begun.

Ethan stepped forward, the other two versions of him moving in sync like echoes of the same will.

His eyes locked onto Selene—no, the entity possessing her. Her body hovered above the altar of energy, threads of power twisting around her limbs like puppet strings.

"What did you do to her?"

Ethan demanded, voice low but firm.

The entity smiled through Selene’s lips.

[I gave her freedom. Purpose. She was nothing more than a broken vessel, and now—she is the key to rebirth.]

"Rebirth? You call turning the world into a dungeon rebirth?"

One of the Ethans scoffed.

[I call it correction. This world was never meant to survive in its current form. Its corruption runs too deep.]

The entity replied calmly.

Ethan shook his head.

"You don’t get to decide that."

[But I do.]

It replied, and with a flick of its wrist, the entire chamber trembled.

Cracks spread across the floor. From them, shadows began to rise—faceless warriors with molten eyes, dragging jagged weapons behind them. The entity’s army.

Ethan didn’t flinch. He raised his hand, summoning his weapon with a flash of light.

"Then we settle this here."

The other two Ethans stood beside him.

Three against a god.

And it was just beginning.

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