Apocalypse Cheater



As the afternoon slowly transitioned into evening, the warm glow of the setting sun painted the room in hues of orange and pink.

Daniel lay stretched out on the sofa, a look of utter relaxation on his face, a sight that would have seemed unimaginable to him not too long ago.

His expression held a contentedness that mirrored the tranquil moments of the future he once came from.

As the soft tendrils of sleep began to tug at his consciousness, his dreams were a realm only he could explore.

Meanwhile, in the realm of reality, Leila's form materialized beside the sofa in a gentle cascade of ethereal light.

Her eyes, filled with an affection that only a mother could possess, lingered on her sleeping son.

She couldn't help but be enchanted by the sight before her, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the peaceful curve of his lips as if whispering secrets to the air.

With a tender smile, Leila's hand extended, her fingers brushing against Daniel's cheek with all the gentleness of a loving caress.

Her heart swelled with a mixture of maternal pride and affection that transcended time itself.

She marvelled at the young man before her, the boy who had grown into a formidable warrior, a kind soul, and her own precious son.

"My baby," she whispered softly, the words carried on a sigh that held the weight of her feelings.

In that fleeting moment, the tenderness of her gaze conveyed the depths of her obsession and love.

As if she could capture this fleeting moment forever, she memorized every curve of his face, every detail that spoke of the journey he had undertaken.

As the evening deepened into night, the room was illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight.

Leila's form lingered by his side, a silent guardian watching over her slumbering child.

As Leila sat by his side, her gaze fixed upon her sleeping son, a flurry of thoughts swirled through her mind, each one a testament to the complexity of her emotions.

She watched the rise and fall of his chest, the peaceful expression that graced his features, and at that moment, her heart overflowed with deep and abiding love.

Memories of the past intertwined with the present, reminding her of the choices she had made, and the circumstances that had led her to part from him during his formative years.

Regret and guilt tugged at her heart, a painful acknowledgement of the time lost and the wounds inflicted.

Yet, in the midst of those tumultuous thoughts, one thing remained unwavering, her love for Daniel.

It was an all-encompassing devotion that had only grown stronger over the years, a force that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

She had missed out on his childhood, but she was determined to make up for it in every way she could.

"I know you have suffered, my baby," she whispered softly, her voice a delicate murmur that seemed to linger in the air.

Her fingertips brushed against his cheek once more, the touch conveying a promise, an unspoken vow.

"But know this, Daniel, I will be by your side, no matter what."

Her gaze, intense and unwavering, held a sense of determination that mirrored her words.

She understood that the path he had chosen was not an easy one, that he carried burdens and scars that were hidden from the world.

And yet, in spite of it all, she was resolute in her desire to stand beside him, to offer her support and unconditional love.

Leila's eyes glowed with a mixture of affection and fierceness, a mother's unwavering commitment to her child.

She could see the strength he possessed, the resilience that had carried him through challenges and battles.

And as she sat there, bathed in the moonlight, her presence was a silent promise, a reminder that no matter what obstacles lay ahead, she would be there, a steady presence in his life.

The room seemed to hold its breath as if the very essence of their bond hung in the air.

At that moment, Leila's love enveloped Daniel, a protective shield against the trials of the world.

And as the night wore on, the space between them seemed to blur, a testament to the unbreakable connection between a mother and her son.

In the dwindling days of the empowering buff, Daniel's determination blazed brighter than ever.

The sun-drenched mornings and star-studded nights bore witness to his relentless onslaught against the monsters that dared to challenge him.

With each strike of his hand, each surge of his lightning, he carved his path through the tower's treacherous floors.

From Floor 301 to the remarkable zenith of 600, Daniel's journey became the stuff of legends.

His ascent was a symphony of power and precision, an orchestra of destruction that left his enemies in awe and his fellow Players astonished.

A crescendo of battles, victories, and growth, culminating in a crescendo of triumph.

The culmination of his efforts at Level 600 was a feat beyond the ordinary realm of possibility.

It was a declaration of his powers, a testament to his unwavering dedication.

He stood alone, a solitary figure amidst the sea of players struggling to even surpass Level 20 in their tutorial quests.

Their progress seemed meagre in comparison, like flickering candles in the face of a blazing inferno.

But for all the awe he inspired in others, Daniel's own transformation was a quiet revolution.

From the days of the 300th Floor where he tentatively tested his powers, he had grown into an unparalleled force.

The analogy was fitting, he had evolved from a child learning to walk to a champion sprinting ahead, crossing milestones with each electrifying step.

The lightning that once seemed wild and unpredictable had become an extension of his will.

The Dark Sovereign's skills flowed through him seamlessly, each move executed with finesse and precision.

His enemies, once daunting adversaries, now fell before him with a kind of inevitability.

With every fallen foe, Daniel's extraction skill went into overdrive.

Shadows were pulled from the corpses like ethereal threads, coalescing into a growing army that stood at his command.

The once-formidable monsters were reduced to mere stepping stones in his path as he amassed a force beyond imagination.

As the tally of extracted shadows climbed, an astonishing number was reached, close to 11,000 shadows.

It was an assembly of power that defied reason, an army that could blanket the battlefield with darkness.

And as he surveyed the vast congregation of shadows, a sense of accomplishment surged within him.

A grin tugged at his lips as he gazed upon the kneeling shadows.

Each one represented strength, potential, and a shared purpose.

Their presence was more than a display of power; it was a declaration of his supremacy over the tower's inhabitants.

The shadows were his to command, a testament to his growth as a player.

But amidst the euphoria, a sense of anticipation thrummed in the air.

The shadows themselves seemed to resonate with hidden energy as if they were aware of their own transformation yet to come.

The sight of thousands kneeling before him was just the beginning, a prelude to a revelation that lingered on the horizon.

With a mixture of satisfaction and intrigue, Daniel's heart raced.

The shadows were his allies, his secret weapon against the challenges that lay ahead.

The tower trembled under the weight of his achievements, but beyond the numbers, beyond the vast assembly of shadows, a more profound truth awaited.

Through the ceaseless onslaught of monster hunting, a transformation swept through the ranks of shadow soldiers.

The very air around them seemed charged with electrifying energy as the shadows underwent a profound metamorphosis, their power growing by leaps and bounds.

Daniel had watched the shadows evolve, each one rising in rank as if driven by an insatiable hunger for strength.

The shadows from the Apets batch and those from Floor 301 to 499, in particular, embraced the Diamond Rank, marking a level of mastery that left even Daniel in awe.

Their once-shadowy forms now gleamed with an otherworldly light, and their presence exuded an air of menace.

As shadows from higher floors – ranging from 500 to 600 – ranked up, they became a force to be reckoned with.

Their strength rivalled Level 500 Players, their forms embodying the power that could stand toe-to-toe with the most ferocious of monsters.

The division of ranks, though perplexing in its calculations, couldn't hide the simple truth, these shadows were formidable beyond measure.

With an army of shadows at his command, he could easily obliterate those same creatures that had once given him pause.

The power he held was astonishing, almost surreal in its magnitude.

Yet, amidst the awe-inspiring progress, unique shadows stood as even more potent assets.

The Queen and the Mutated Caxaer, both Diamond Rank shadows, had transcended their initial power, each capable of challenging hundreds of Level 600 Players.

Their prowess was so great that it bordered on the terrifying, underscoring the potential for the devastation they held.

As Daniel observed the transformations, he likened the process to an evolution, a natural and inevitable progression.

The shadows grew additional limbs, developed new abilities, and experienced changes that defied logic.

Even their names underwent shifts, with the Caxaer becoming the Evolved Caxaer, and the Queen Blitz evolving into the Empress Blitz.

The most astonishing change, however, was in the Empress herself.

She shifted from a humanoid form to an almost human-like figure, covered in the same mysterious shadows that composed her essence.

Daniel couldn't help but find a sense of connection with her new form, and the fact that he could communicate more comfortably with the Empress left him intrigued.

In the midst of this transformative journey, Daniel couldn't shake the feeling that these changes were just the beginning.

The shadows had unlocked new dimensions of strength, and as he gazed upon their now-enigmatic forms, he knew that their potential was far from realized.

The tower's challenges lay ahead, waiting to test the full extent of their newfound power.