Apocalypse Cheater



Daniel awoke to a warm and comfortable bed, sunlight streaming in through the curtains, and a gentle breeze wafting through the open window.

He was wrapped in a blanket, naked, and felt a delicious ache in his lower back.

It all came rushing back to him as he opened his eyes and saw his mom, lying next to him. Her silvery white hair was tousled, her body soft and warm.

It had been the most incredible night that made him release everything he got. 

She was so sexy and adventurous, and he loved every moment of it. As he looked down at her, his cock twitched in excitement.

He couldn't help himself. He rolled on top of her and kissed her, his lips pressed against hers, his tongue darting into her mouth.

She moaned and smiled, pulling him closer, her hands caressing his bare skin.

He could feel her nipples harden as he kissed her, his hands sliding down her body, exploring every inch of her.

"Good morning, baby," she whispered, her voice still sleepy and sultry. 

''Good morning Mom...you were incredible last night'' Daniel caressed his mother on the cheeks. 

"So were you," she said, kissing him again, her tongue slipping into his mouth, their bodies pressed together. "You made me feel so good, baby'' 

After a while, they separated themselves and had a good shower together. 

With the dawn of a new day, Daniel resumed his activities from the previous day.

His heart was as open as ever, and he poured his love and dedication into every action he took.

This wasn't just about donating items, it was a tangible expression of the profound affection he held for his mother.

As the items piled up in her office, Leila's eyes sparkled with delight and adoration.

She couldn't help but marvel at her son's boundless generosity and unwavering devotion.

Her gaze lingered on him, a mixture of obsession and deep maternal love evident in her every glance.

"Daniel," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and emotion. "You truly have a heart of gold."

Daniel looked up, his eyes meeting hers with a warmth that could melt even the coldest of hearts.

"I just want to make sure you have everything you need, Mom. You mean the world to me now."

Leila's heart swelled with an overwhelming surge of love.

It was as if his words echoed the sentiments in her own heart, ones she had kept hidden for so long.

  Her obsession with his well-being and happiness knew no bounds.

At that moment, their connection went beyond the roles of mother and son. It was a beautiful dance of affection and tenderness, a love that knew no limits.

Leila's fingers brushed against the corner of a storage chest, and she turned to face Daniel once more. "So, you'll be grinding again, son?"

A soft smile curved Daniel's lips. "Yes, mother."

Leila stepped closer, embracing him tightly as if wanting to shield him from any potential harm.

Her voice was soothing, carrying a mother's warmth and concern. "Don't overdo yourself again, son."

His arms wrapped around her, and Daniel nodded against her shoulder. "I promise, I'll take care."

In that embrace, a silent understanding passed between them.

It was a reminder that no matter how powerful and independent he had become, he would always be her beloved son, and she would always be the one who loved him beyond measure.

As Daniel pressed onward through the tower.

His every step echoed resolve, his heart pulsating with the thrill of the rewards that lay ahead.

The monsters grew in strength, their roars echoing like thunder across the floors.

With a flourish of his hand, bolts of lightning crackled and danced around him, seeking out their targets with precision.

His control over the element was masterful, the electric arcs striking down monsters in a blaze of brilliance.

But Daniel's arsenal didn't end there.

He summoned the power of light, harnessing its radiant energy to blind and disorient his foes.

Blasts of searing brilliance burst forth, obliterating any opposition that dared cross his path.

And then there was the Paimon Djinn equip, a treasure that had bestowed upon him control over the wind itself.

With a mere thought, he could whip up cyclones and gusts that tore through the ranks of his enemies, scattering them like leaves in the wind.

And as he fought, his shadow soldiers danced in perfect harmony with his commands.

They swarmed, they struck, and they defended with the precision of a well-drilled army.

Their numbers were overwhelming, and the monsters that had once stood against him were now mere playthings in his path.

The afternoon sun found him victorious on floor 299, his powers pushed to new heights, his skills honed to a razor's edge.

The impacts of his battles had left their mark, humbly rewarding him with elevated levels and abundant skill points.

He looked out over the terrain, his breath steady, his heart filled with quiet pride.

The tower was a crucible of challenge, a proving ground for his strength, and he had emerged victorious once again.

As Daniel entered the 300th Floor, his anticipation grew.

He couldn't help but look forward to the rewards that awaited him upon defeating the formidable opponent that lay ahead.

His senses immediately picked up the presence of nearly 300 monsters as he stepped onto the floor.

The sight that met his eyes was that of 300 Wrath Lizardmen, humanoid creatures with a distinctly lizard-like appearance.

However, their scales and skin had undergone a chaotic transformation, setting them apart from their Demonic Lizardmen counterparts found elsewhere in the Demon Continent.

Donned in silver armours and wielding spear-like weapons capable of shredding through even D-rank armours, the Wrath Lizardmen exuded a palpable air of menace.

But what truly gave Daniel pause was the distinct presence that stood out amidst the throng.

At the forefront of the Lizardmen army was the source of malevolent aura, a Unique Boss, an entity of unparalleled strength.

Hovering menacingly above was a Chaos Wyvern, a breed of dragon known for its potency.

Although considered a lower class of dragon, Wyverns boasted substantial HP and MP reserves and their mastery over elemental magic was formidable.

Facing a normal Wyvern was akin to battling hundreds of players at the same level, but this Chaotic Wyvern, empowered by the synergy of chaos and its Unique Boss status, was an altogether different challenge.

Despite the overwhelming odds and the malevolent force that surrounded him, Daniel's heart remained steadfast.

His past experiences, his unyielding determination, and the knowledge he had brought with him from another world all converged to form a steely resolve.

As he observed its power, a thought crossed his mind, 'Chaotic Wyvern...a name that I haven't heard in a long time.'

With his shadows at his side and his powers at the ready, he took a deep breath, his fiery gaze fixed upon the Chaos Wyvern.

'Let them come,' his thoughts resonated with fierce killing intent.

'I've faced challenges beyond the realms of imagination. This battle is just another step in my revenge.'

As he braced himself for the impending clash, his anticipation mingled with the weight of destiny, a destiny that he was determined to shape with his own actions.

Undeterred, Daniel summoned his shadow soldiers and commanded them to engage the Lizardmen in battle.

With his shadows arrayed at his side and his powers humming with potential, Daniel's gaze never wavered from the Chaos Wyvern.

His thoughts echoed with a declaration that resonated through the very core of his being. 'I am the architect of my destiny,' he mused, a determined smile curving his lips.

'In the face of adversity, I shall prevail.'

Across the battlefield, the Wyvern let out a resounding roar, accompanied by a gust of wind as it directed its minions into the fray.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Daniel's gaze remained unwavering, fixed upon the Chaotic Wyvern. 

Memories of his past experiences flickered through his mind, reminding him of the challenges he had faced.

But Daniel was no ordinary combatant.

Armed with knowledge and experience from a world beyond this one, he analyzed the situation with a calm mind.

The Wyvern's breath attack, a fusion of wind element and chaos synergy, was swift and powerful, but Daniel's reflexes allowed him to dodge it.

As he evaded the assault, he couldn't help but marvel at the Wyvern's ability to track his movements so accurately.

The Wyvern's frustration was palpable as it launched three mini-tornadoes, a testament to its formidable control over the wind element.

Daniel, ever resourceful, formed orbs of light, intending to dispel the tornadoes with laser beams.

Yet, as the beams passed through the tornadoes without effect, Daniel's mind raced to adapt to the evolving situation.

As the battlefield roiled with conflict, Daniel's determination remained unshaken.

The challenge was great, but he was a man who had traversed time and space, a man who had returned from the past with a wealth of knowledge and an unwavering will.

The victory was not an option, it was an expectation.