Is it Wrong to Copy Abilities in Apocalypse?

The shade of his hellfire had dulled a bit due to the white energy swirling within it, but the power that it had was now elevated to a new height.

*Crack—Woosh*

Just then, with a flash, the ground below him cracked and a dry root was shooting right at his head, but Alex, who was already prepared for this, just grabbed the root with his hand that was coated with the new hellfire.

The moment his hand, coated with hellfire, touched the root, his fist clenched around it, not wanting to let go, and it resulted in the root wiggling violently, trying to break free before a loud screech, filled with agony, reverberated throughout the area.

"GYYAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

'Heh.'

A grin appeared on his lips, and this time he didn't wipe it off; he kept it as it was and looked at the chakram he was holding in his other hand.

'Let's see...'

He mused, pinching the blade of the chakram with his hellfire-filled fingers, caressing it with a deliberate motion, and by the time he was done swiping his fingers through the blade, the whole weapon looked like a burning wheel of fire.

'Good.'

With the chakram now coated with hellfire, his gaze turned upward, staring at the thin threads, which were almost invisible to naked eyes, squinting his eyes thoughtfully.

*Crack—Woosh* X3

The beasts, on the other hand, looking at their friend's distress, hurriedly made a move, hoping to take Alex by surprise as he was staring up at nothing, but the moment their attacks seemed to have succeeded...

*Slash*

*Khkch* X3

*Fwoosh!*

A purple flash was seen before the roots, which had almost reached Alex, got cut off, and just when it looked like that was it, the cut-off roots suddenly flared with the same light purple flame, sending torturing pain to the owner of those roots.

"GYAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" X3

Three screams filled with more pain than the last one were heard, echoing through the surroundings. Making the others hesitate a bit, but not for long, as they had to defeat the humans in front of them no matter what.

Alex, however, oblivious to their fickle determination, held one of the strings of the web he had placed up in the air, and then...

*Fwoosh*

He passed the fire onto it, letting the whole web get covered with the fire, but as he did that, he noticed the strings going weak.

'Hmm, around 3 to 4 minutes?'

He estimated the amount of time it would take for the web to completely get turned into ash before he turned towards the beast surrounding him, rushing at him with a frenzied expression. Things seemed to have slowed down for him as he looked through the beasts' stats, wondering which skill he should use.

But just then, a thought flashed in his mind.

'Why not all?'

Yeah, why not use all of them at once? He would be able to finish all of this faster that way.

'Weak Point Detection. Killing Intent. Battle Analytics. Lightening Dash.'

He activated all of his abilities that he thought could be used right now, and with yellow and white thunder streaking across his body, he threw the chakram toward the beast...

'Wind's Whisper.'

With his chakram circling around him, ready to kill the beast that tried to come close to him, he dashed toward the horde of beasts rushing towards him, filled with normal beasts with the demon Ents at the back.

It was round two, and it was going to be harder than round 1, so he needed to fight with a bit of seriousness.

He failed to notice a pair of black eyes staring at his back and opened wide in shock, taking in everything happening in the surroundings. Those eyes belonged to a man hiding within the bushes, scared to even breathe out loud, fearing that he might pull some attention at himself.

The problem was that he couldn't even run away!

His leg was cut off, and although the wound was old and dry, it still hurt when he tried to move. Only he knew how he reached here; now running away was impossible.

It was a man with black hair and black eyes. Typical Indian look. Even his face was not that special, looking average from all aspects; the only thing that stood out when one looked at him was the way his pupils were parted, looking in different directions.

His name is Lokesh Yadav, and he's from Bihar. He came to Delhi to meet some of his relatives, only to find himself stuck in this apocalypse with no news of his relative who used to live here.

Thankfully, he awakened a decent ability that let him turn things into iron. Whatever he touched could be turned into iron, and he could shape them into different things by using an appropriate amount of mana. It was a heroic-ranked skill.

But during the second scenario, he was attacked by a group of people who wanted artifacts, depriving him of his items, but Lokesh, being as strong as he was, fought tooth and nail, killing all of them, losing his leg in the process, and since then, he had been lying around, waiting for death.

His coins were still letting him survive or he would've already died, but his hopes were shattered the moment he heard about the third scenario and realized the penalty he had.

'I can't even run away from the beasts.'

He knew that he was going to die in this scenario. He was sure about it. His imaginary sixth sense was telling him that, so when he found out that a safe zone had appeared right next to him, looking at the people running for their lives, he knew that it was time.

He just rested with his back against the tree, taking a cigarette, one that he was saving for a special occasion, out of his pocket and pressing it between his lips, not even lighting it up as he didn't have anything to help him with that.

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But no matter how long he waited, the death he was hoping for didn't come. He had even struck a cool pose with a cigarette on his lips and his palm going through his hair.

This made him curious. It made him want to see what was happening; it was strange, after all. He knew that curiosity was what killed the cat, but he still crawled toward the safe zone, wanting to see what was happening.

He was going to die sooner or later in this scenario—it was already written. Now he just wanted to make good use of the time he had. If he could help the other humans by giving them some information regarding this anomaly, wouldn't that be a fitting good deed before he died?

But just as he was crawling toward the safe zone, he heard a screech, a screech filled with agony, and it was not a human's voice, causing his body to tense, but the guy still continued, gritting his teeth as the pain in his leg was killing him, but he didn't stop.

And now, when he finally saw it—the corpses lying around, the blood pooling around the area, and the bright purple flames brightening the whole area—he was frozen in his spot, unable to even move.