Apocalypse Cheater



As the couple prepared to leave the gruesome scene behind, Daniel's keen eyes caught a glimpse of movement atop a nearby building.

He felt a twinge of annoyance that someone had dared to take a shot at him, interrupting their date. 

Turning his tall, imposing figure to face the source of the threat, he locked onto the hidden sniper's location.

His sharp eyes pierced through the distance, calculating the precise spot where the would-be assassin hid.

"Ah! I almost forgot about the sniper," he muttered to himself, his grip on Cecilia's hand never faltering.

He then turned to his beloved with a calm demeanour, despite the tense situation.

"Cecilia, can you wait here for a moment?" he requested, his voice unwavering.

Her response was filled with a mix of trust and affection, as she agreed without hesitation.

"Alright Darling, I'll wait here for you," Cecilia replied, her tone carrying a hint of worry, much like a loving wife sending her husband off to face the unknown dangers of the world.

Daniel nodded appreciatively and, with a final squeeze of her hand, he left her side, striding confidently toward the building where the sniper lurked.

As Daniel moved towards the building where the sniper had taken refuge, Cecilia's emotions continued to whirl like a roller coaster.

Every moment with Daniel had been an adventure, and in just half an hour, she had unravelled mysteries that raised more questions than she could have ever imagined.

'There's no doubt that my darling's powers are far beyond anything I ever anticipated'

'I can say with absolute certainty that he might be the most powerful being I've ever encountered...'

Her thoughts swirled with overwhelming faith and an almost obsessive fixation on Daniel.

If one could quantify the depth of her affection for him in numbers, it had started at a mere 100,000 when their date began.

But now, as she watched him walk away with the utmost confidence, that number had soared to well over 999,999,999.

Her love and devotion to Daniel had reached an unimaginable zenith.

With this revelation, Cecilia knew she could never allow herself to let go of Daniel.

His power, his presence, and the enigmatic allure of his existence had completely ensnared her heart and soul.

She watched him, her eyes filled with admiration and unshakable determination, ready to stand by his side no matter what challenges or mysteries lay ahead.

As Cecilia watched Daniel's figure disappear into the building, her emotions continued to surge with an almost obsessive intensity.

She couldn't help but think, 'My Darling...oh, you don't know how deeply I'm in love with you'

'Every facet of your being, I fell in love with, and the way you fearlessly faced those threatening individuals...it ignites a devotion within me.'

The thought of being separated from him was unbearable to her.

She couldn't fathom a life without him by her side. Her thoughts spiralled further, 'I don't think I can ever be apart from you, nor am I willing to be'

'That's why...promise me you won't leave me, alright? What binds you to me, and what binds me to you...let's never escape from each other, alright?'

Her golden eyes, laced with shades of black and pinkish hearts, reflected her profound feelings.

In the depths of her heart, an all-consuming obsession had taken root, one that couldn't be rivalled or found anywhere else.

Since the day she had met Daniel, this obsession had grown, compelling her to desire his possession and ownership in a way no other woman ever could.

With unwavering determination, Cecilia remained ready to go to any lengths to ensure that Daniel would always belong to her and that her love for him would remain an unbreakable bond between them.

As Cecilia's obsession with Daniel continued to deepen, she thought, 'I'm happy that I'm the one who found him first, purely by luck.'

Her smile took on a creepy, almost sinister quality as she entertained the notion that their union was somehow orchestrated by celestial forces.

Cecilia was a person of pride and arrogance, which had earned her titles like "Spoilt Brat" and "Cold Princess" among her peers.

However, she was also a realist.

Born into wealth and prestige, she knew that she had the privilege to pursue her deepest desires without restraint.

In her view, it would be foolish to deny herself what she wanted when she had the means to attain it.

Those who criticized her actions were, in her opinion, driven by jealousy, envy, and resentment.

Cecilia made a clear distinction between holding back one's desires and controlling them.

She firmly believed herself to be in the former category, unapologetically indulging in her obsessions and desires, especially when it came to Daniel, who had become the centre of her universe.

However, despite her burning curiosity and countless questions for Daniel, Cecilia restrained herself.

She didn't want to interrupt whatever he had planned next.

Moreover, she had a deliberate reason not to delve too deeply into the mysteries of his powers at this moment.

"Knowing about his life is enough for me," she thought.

"How he obtained his powers isn't important. What matters is ensuring that Daniel falls head over heels for me."

Cecilia pondered the complexities and potential dangers of her relationship with Daniel.

Her obsession with him was undeniable, and she knew that this infatuation could lead her down a perilous path.

Still, she couldn't help herself.

Without further ado, Daniel released her hand, and in a dazzling display of light, he disappeared, leaving behind a faint smile that only fueled Cecilia's obsession further.

On top of a desolate building, nestled far away from the spot where Daniel had mysteriously vanished, a man stood, panic etched across his face.

His trembling hands grasped a walkie-talkie, and his voice quivered with fear as he frantically relayed his message.

"I NEED BACKUP IMMEDIATELY! I REPEAT! SEND BACKUP!"

His voice echoed through the air, filled with urgency, and he repeated the call for reinforcements in desperation.

But there was a growing dread building inside him.

No response came from the other end of the communication line, just an eerie silence that seemed to mock his pleas.

"Shit!"

The man cursed as he flung the walkie-talkie to the ground.

It shattered into pieces, mirroring his own sense of helplessness.

Fear and anxiety gripped him, gnawing at his insides as he realized that he was alone, facing an otherworldly and inexplicable situation.

The man's disbelief was palpable as he surveyed the gruesome scene before him.

Squads of trained professionals wiped out without any semblance of difficulty.

His mind struggled to accept what his eyes had witnessed.

Furthermore, he couldn't fathom how a man had managed to stop his sniper bullet, a shot that should have been lethal, especially with the added precision granted by his class skills.

Yet, the unbelievable had occurred, the man had caught the bullet with his bare hands.

"What the fuck is going on!? I thought this operation was going to be easy!?''

''Who in the world was that man!? No... he's still young. But that's not what's important."

His fingers scratched at his head in madness, a futile attempt to grasp the incomprehensible.

The gruesome sights he'd just witnessed had shaken him to his core, eroding his ability to think rationally.

He teetered on the edge of madness.

"How can such a person exist!? I've never seen such power''

''This is really bad news... even the Deviations never possessed such powers... Fuck... what am I going to do now!?"

Fear and desperation gnawed at him as he grappled with the stark reality that he was facing an adversary of unimaginable strength and his world had been irrevocably shattered.

Desperation and despair clawed at him, driving him to bite his own nails in a futile attempt to quell the rising terror.

His face was drenched in sweat, his body trembling uncontrollably as he felt the approaching presence of the unknown monster.

Panic coursed through his veins like a poison, clouding his thoughts.

'Wait! That's it! It's not like he can appear right behind me. I should quickly disappear from here. Fired or not, my life is important.'

He desperately tried to convince himself, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare.

He had witnessed the boy's otherworldly capabilities, but he wasn't sure if the young man possessed the power to track him down from blocks away.

Doubt gnawed at him, but it was a risk he couldn't afford to take.

With trembling hands, he hastily began packing up his gear, every second ticking away like a countdown to his potential demise.

As panic consumed him, the Sniper Man's heart raced like a drumbeat of impending doom.

A chilling voice sliced through the air, freezing him in his tracks.

"Hmm? Trying to escape now, are we?"

The voice seemed to emerge from the very walls, sending shivers down his spine.

"W-What...who are you?"

The Sniper Man spun around, only to be met with a horrifying sight, the source of the voice.

"I would love to talk about myself, but not towards you. I'm not interested in men. So hello, and goodbye."

Fear coursed through his veins like liquid ice as he realized the identity of the voice.

This was the same man who had effortlessly thwarted his sniper bullet.

"W-Wait! I can tell you everything!''

''I have secrets that you don't know! I can tell you the people who wanted to target you!"

Desperation drove him to plead for his life, tears streaming down his face. But Daniel, unmoved, showed no interest.

He had his own network of information, a shadowy web that extended its reach into governments and organizations.

It wasn't just future players, organizations, or companies that fell under his watchful eye, but entire governments.

The Sniper Man's pleas fell on deaf ears. Daniel had no desire for the information he offered.

After all, there were limits to what even he could track, and Guilds like the Champions of the Sun remained beyond his knowledge.