Apocalypse Cheater



As if responding to a symphony of shadowy energy, the shadow soldiers began their metamorphosis.

An unseen force, a culmination of their battles and exp, surged through their forms.

Black Electric currents crackled, shadowy auras shimmered, and the air was charged with an otherworldly radiance.

With a collective roar that echoed through the expanse, the shadows expressed their exhilaration.

The Apets, usually grounded and sturdy, leapt into the air with newfound agility, their eyes gleaming with a wild delight.

The Arcun's wings unfurled gracefully, the iridescent membranes catching and reflecting the ambient light as they perform intricate manoeuvres in mid-air.

The Golems, embodiments of strength, pounded the earth with their colossal fists, causing vibrations that resonated like a celebratory drumbeat.

Among them, the Gia stood tall, their rocky forms emanating a sense of unwavering determination as if they were honouring their evolution with their stoic presence.

Vengers took to the skies, their flight patterns are erratic and unpredictable as they darted through the atmosphere.

Erto and Rio, their loyal companions, soared alongside them, their calls of joy blending harmoniously with the Vengers' raucous cries.

Amidst this chaotic jubilation, two shadows stood out like beacons of transformed might.

The Queen Blitz, regal and poised, extended her antennas to the heavens, a tangible display of her heightened awareness, newfound power and also, her humanoid form.

Beside her, the Mutated Caxaer's three heads bobbed in unison, each head representing a different elemental affinity, fire, wind, and water, now amplified to unparalleled potency.

But it wasn't just the visual spectacle that marked this moment.

It was the surge of energy, the overwhelming sensation of growth and change that had enveloped them.

It was a collective realization that they had transcended their previous limitations and become something greater.

In the midst of this extraordinary display, Daniel stood as the source of their evolution.

He watched with a sense of pride and fulfilment as the shadows revelled in their newfound power, celebrating the culmination of their efforts and victories.

The air seemed to vibrate with the echoes of their joy, an enchanting symphony that resonated with the magic of their evolution.

At this moment, they were not just shadows, they were embodiments of triumph, united by their shared journey of growth and transformation.

Yet, the ones who gained the most benefits from this floor alone were none other than their Master.

The gain he earned wasn't about either the Level 300 or the news of monsters ranking up.

It was the messages on the screen that popped up when the shadows were upgraded.

[: Due to the Upgrade of Shadows 1/1 Golden Rank, you have mastered the Dark Sovereign class to the Advanced Stage, and you have received the rewards and benefits :]

[: Due to the Advanced Stage, you have unlocked additional 500 Stats to each component, and you've unlocked 3 Skills :]

[: Dark Throne(S) - Summoned a Throne made from shadows, and upon sitting on it, you're able to execute the abilities of a True Dark Shadow Commandment. Commandment abilities are only effective if the Throne has been sat by the caster :]

[: Shadow Merge(S) - You're allowed to Merge yourself with any one of the shadows at a time. The amplified power will be dependent on the prowess of the shadow. The time limit will last depending on the consumption :]

[: Shadow Haze(S) - Summons a shadow haze that would inflict a random type of poison, curse, or debuff and has 20% of sealing a random skill of enemies :]

[: Congratulations, you're the first to achieve the Advanced Stage of a Class, hence, you received one mysterious Box :]

'This is delightful news, I've gained yet another 3 Powerful Skills at my disposal'

Happiness could be seen in his face and receiving enlightenment about his shadows, he thought of putting the importance of the ranking of shadows.

'Still, I doubt the requirements of the Superior Stage would be easy. I'll need to consider the possibility of bringing the shadows to the night stage, and I'm not sure how long would it take. A year later? Or more? I don't know...'

He decided to put the thoughts aside now since it won't matter if he put so much thought into it, and he decided to return to reality, wanting to take rest before continuing the next day.

Fortunately, his clothes that were dyed with blood have regained their natural colour due to the functions of Adaptable Clothe.

Nevertheless, as he was about to return stopped by the Queen, and he wondered what was she up to.

"My Liege, I've become strong..."

It's obvious to his eyes that she wanted praise since her antennas were wriggling out of expectation, and going with the flow, he praised her which even cause her antennas to swivel wildly.

And in the end, he sent them to the shadow world.

When Daniel returned to his bedroom, he without making any mistake grabbed his phone and called up to his mother.

But, she never answer and that could only mean one thing.

'She's still in the world huh...' He seems to be disappointed that his mother was not available and he didn't want to disturb her when she was busy. 

As he lay down on the sofa,  he allowed his body to sink into the soft embrace of the bed.

The gentle support of the mattress seemed to cradle his weary form, a welcome respite after the intensity of battle.

Every muscle seemed to ache with a delicious soreness, a reminder of the exertion he had poured into the recent clash.

As he lay there, surrounded by the tranquillity of the room, a peculiar thought crept into his mind.

Peace, the very concept that had eluded him for so long, was now his reality.

It was a realization that bore an irony he couldn't ignore.

For someone who had spent years driven by vengeance, who had traversed countless challenges and faced the most formidable adversaries, the current state of calm was almost foreign.

The silence that enveloped the room was a stark contrast to the chaos of battle.

The absence of clashing elements, the absence of his shadow soldiers' war cries, created a void that was both unsettling and oddly comforting.

Yet, as he reclined on the bed, he found his mind straying towards a surprising revelation, he found peace somewhat...boring.

It was a thought that would surely raise eyebrows if spoken aloud.

After all, his past had been a tapestry woven with revenge, determination, and a ceaseless pursuit of power.

The very idea of seeking tranquillity had seemed elusive, reserved for those who had retired from the rigours of a warrior's life.

And yet, here he was, in a moment of stillness that he had once coveted.

With no urgent battles to wage, no imminent threats to confront, and no one to converse with, he was faced with the reality that peace, though longed for, had its own challenges.

The quietude seemed to magnify the thoughts that had lingered in the recesses of his mind.

It was as though the absence of external chaos had given rise to an internal one, a turmoil of introspection that he hadn't anticipated.

The contradiction of his emotions did not escape him.

He had yearned for this respite, craved the serenity that now enveloped him.

And yet, he found himself grappling with the unfamiliarity of the stillness.

The adrenaline that had coursed through his veins during battle was now replaced by an odd restlessness, a discomfort in his own idleness.

'In the you're the monster!' He remembered those words and a memory he didn't want to remember. 

In this quiet moment, as his breathing gradually steadied and the echoes of the battle faded from his senses, he was confronted by a truth he hadn't expected to face.

He was someone shaped by his past, defined by his quest for vengeance.

Peace, it seemed, was an uncharted territory that required its own kind of navigation.

With a mixture of bemusement and irony, he realized that the very peace he had sought was now a challenge in itself.

As his body grew heavy with fatigue and his mind danced on the precipice of contemplation, he couldn't help but acknowledge the complexity of his own desires.

The clash of revenge had been his purpose, his driving force, and now that the echoes had subsided, he was left with the quiet aftermath, a space to confront the depths of his own thoughts and perhaps discover a new facet of himself.