Apocalypse Cheater



Daniel's gaze remained fixed on Liam, his expression a mixture of contempt and deep hatred.

He had endured enough of Liam's words, and the consequences were clear.

With a calm and chilling demeanour, he stepped closer to Liam, closing the gap between them.

"I was never just a human," Daniel replied, his voice laced with an icy finality.

In one swift motion, he extended his hand towards Liam, who recoiled in terror.

The world leaders and VIPs watched in morbid fascination as a brilliant beam of light emerged from Daniel's hand, enveloping Liam.

As Daniel's grasp tightened around Liam, the man's panic grew palpable.

Suspended in the air by an unseen force, Liam's once-confident demeanour had crumbled into raw terror.

He gasped for breath, his eyes locked onto Daniel's, searching for any glimmer of mercy.

"What have I done? Why are you doing this?"

Liam choked out between desperate breaths, his voice quivering with fear. His mind raced, attempting to comprehend the sudden and overwhelming turn of events.

As Daniel tightened his grip on Liam and lifted him into the air using Ruler's Authority, Liam's panic reached a fever pitch.

Suspended, helpless, and fearing for his life, he stammered, "What have I done wrong? Please, let me go!"

Daniel's gaze bore into Liam's, his expression unforgiving.

"Everything about you is wrong," he replied with a cold, unwavering tone.

Liam's voice cracked as he pleaded, "W-What!? I never did anything to you!"

Panic and confusion overwhelmed him as he desperately tried to comprehend the dire situation.

At that moment, Daniel's consciousness was flooded with fragmented memories, a jumble of events from an uncertain future.

As Daniel held Liam aloft, his mind was flooded with memories, emotions, and the weight of the future.

He recalled the depths of despair he had once sunk into after losing his mother and Cecilia, the two most important people in his life.

But in his darkest hours, someone had reached out to him, a woman who would become both his 2nd mother and his lover.

She possessed the warmth of a saint and the boundless kindness of a mother, and under her influence, he had found the strength and confidence to navigate the apocalyptic world.

Yet, despite his best efforts, he couldn't save her.

The pain of losing her was compounded by the knowledge that those responsible were none other than Liam and the world leaders he had surrounded himself with.

They had orchestrated her downfall, casting her aside as a mere pawn in their grand sacrifice.

The memory of her sacrifice, her unwavering love, and the injustice of her fate fueled the burning hatred within Daniel's heart.

At that moment, as he stared into Liam's terrified eyes, Daniel knew he was faced with the embodiment of all his regrets and suffering.

It was a reckoning that had been a long time coming, and he was determined to see it through to its bitter end.

Daniel's voice dripped with chilling resolve as he responded to Liam's plea.

"It won't be now," he repeated, his tone carrying the weight of his past and the burden of his future.

The calm in his eyes masked the storm of hatred that raged within him.

With an eerie calmness, he continued, "And that's precisely why I must ensure that you will suffer pain that you wish death was the easiest way out''

Liam's panic escalated, his voice trembling as he implored, "W-Wait, what are you going to do!?"

But Daniel offered no immediate answer.

Instead, he began to channel the vast power within him, tapping into the very essence of his being.

The room seemed to tremble in response as his aura intensified, casting an ominous pall over the confrontation.

All of a sudden, Black Flames appeared on Liam's clothes and it spread all over his body.

''AHHHHHH'' He screamed in pain as the black flames engulfed his body and it was the flames of Jahanam, flames that belonged to hell.

And it was a kind of flame that would never be burned out unless its target had been diminished. 

As the dark flames of Jahanam consumed Liam's body, his agonized screams filled the room, echoing through the space like a chilling lament.

The other occupants could only watch in horror as the flames devoured him, their faces contorted with shock and dread.

The flames showed no mercy, their infernal nature searing through flesh and bone, consuming every fibre of his being.

Liam's struggles were futile as he writhed in the grip of this otherworldly fire, his voice reduced to anguished cries.

Daniel held him aloft, his expression cold and unyielding, as the flames continued their relentless assault.

The room bore witness to a macabre spectacle, a punishment borne of hatred and a thirst for vengeance that transcended time itself.

Liam's screams pierced the air like a symphony of torment, each cried a crescendo of agony that seemed to reverberate through the room.

His voice cracked and wavered as the relentless flames of Jahanam licked at his body, leaving a trail of blistered skin and charred clothing in their wake.

His eyes, wide with terror and pain, pleaded for mercy that would never come.

Beads of sweat mixed with the tears that streamed down his face, his features contorted in an anguished grimace.

The once-confident leader was reduced to a broken, pitiful figure.

Every breath he took was a rasping gasp for air amid the unending torment, and his desperate screams echoed in the ears of all who bore witness to his suffering.

The room fell into an eerie silence after the agonizing hour had passed, and Liam's existence was reduced to nothingness.

Not even ashes remained as evidence of his once-powerful presence.

All that lingered was the scent of burnt memories and the weight of a world forever changed.

Daniel, his eyes still closed, stood amidst the aftermath of his actions.

A single tear escaped, tracing a path down his cheek, carrying with it a mixture of sorrow and relief.

In that poignant moment, he felt a sense of closure he had long yearned for.

The memories of his future, the pain of his losses, and the burden of his regrets were no longer shackles.

He had rewritten his destiny, and in doing so, found a way to relive those he had lost.

As he took a deep, cleansing breath, Daniel's thoughts turned to a name, a person who had brought light into his life amidst the darkness of despair.

He whispered softly in his mind, "You finally could live again... Reina."

The world leaders and VIPs, already shaken by the horrifying spectacle they had just witnessed, took a collective step backwards as their fear deepened.

The room, once a symbol of authority and power, now felt like a chamber of doom.

Daniel's eerie calm and the malevolent smirk on his face sent shivers down their spines.

His words, laden with a promise of further destruction, hung in the air like an ominous cloud.

"You think I'm done?" he taunted, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Well, all of you are wrong."

With a chilling resolve, he unleashed the black flames once more, this time targeting specific individuals among the world leaders and VIPs.

Those that had done human or even child trafficking, those that had taken advantage of the weak, those who had worked with the monsters, those that had raped, those that had murdered, and those that should have given hope to humanity had given despair instead. 

These were the faces of those he held responsible for the bleak future he had endured, the future he had just rewritten.

As the black flames neared their targets, panic and terror gripped the chosen few.

They realized that their fates were sealed, and there was no escape from the relentless inferno that approached.

The room once filled with prestigious figures was now a chaotic scene of anguish and despair.

In the aftermath of the cataclysmic events that had unfolded, the room was in disarray.

Smoke still lingered in the air, and the scent of burnt wood and fabric filled the space.

Half of the attendees who had gathered for the world leaders' gathering were no more, consumed by the relentless flames of Daniel's power.

As the remaining world leaders huddled together, their expressions of fear and despair. Daniel's gaze bore into them.

His words, though spoken in a low, haunting tone, reverberated through the room.

"Let that be a warning," he began. "And if you choose to act for yourself instead of the country you should be serving, I'll be coming for you."

The remaining world leaders exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that they were now treading on treacherous ground.

The balance of power had shifted and they understood that now, there was a powerhouse capable of wiping hundreds of players with one move. 

 Daniel had emerged as a formidable force, a harbinger of change, and they would need to tread carefully in this new era that had been thrust upon them.