All Chapters of Cheat In Apocalypse : Chapter 21
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Twenty One
The receptionist hesitated, still holding that polite smile even though her eyes were starting to show uncertainty. "The Guild Master is very busy. If you'd like, I can write down a message for him." Ray was about to respond when a heavy hand suddenly clamped down on his shoulder. He ignored the receptionist and slowly turned his head to see who had touched him. Standing behind him was a thick-set man with a sword strapped across his back. His expression made it clear he wasn’t approaching as a friend. "Who the hell are you supposed to be? And why are you asking for the Guild Master?" the man demanded, glaring sharply. "Like I said, I need to talk to your guild master. Not you," Ray replied, lightly patting the man’s hand aside. "So instead of trying to scare me, how about you go get him? Because whatever you're trying right now definitely isn't working." The man's nostrils flared. His expression twisted with anger, as if no one had ever dared speak to him like that. Without a
Twenty Two
The guild master never bothered waiting for Ray’s reply. His grin widened, the challenge already set in his mind. But before he could even take a step forward, Ray’s form blurred like an afterimage being erased from existence. In the blink of an eye, Ray reappeared right in front of him, sword already arcing toward the man’s chest. The guild master reacted quickly, steel flashing as he brought his blade up to meet the strike. "That’s more like it," he said with a grin that suggested he had been waiting for this exact moment. Their blades clashed sharply, metal ringing against metal. A small shockwave rippled through the room, the force traveling down both their arms, yet neither of them budged. They stood firm, their swords locked. "It seems our strength is almost the same," the guild master said with an expression that mixed satisfaction with curiosity. Ray said nothing. He didn’t feel like entertaining small talk. He wanted this over and done with. Any benefit he once thought he
Twenty Three
In the months that followed the Day of apocalypse, new powers began emerging across the world, each more unpredictable and formidable than the last. Some appeared quietly and expanded their influence from the shadows, while others surged into public view with overwhelming force. Among the nations most affected, New Japan stood near the top of the list. New Japan had always been a land steeped in ancient history and deep-rooted martial traditions. For thousands of years, warriors, generals, sects, and families had risen and fallen, leaving behind countless legends. Many families across the country could trace their bloodlines back through generations of martial practitioners, each one guarding their own collection of secret techniques and heirloom scrolls. These were treasured relics, typically preserved for tradition or pride rather than actual use. Everything changed after the Day of apocalypse. Those old families reawakened the techniques that had once defined their ancestors. The
Twenty Four
In New Italy, the organization responsible for overseeing all awakened activity was known simply as the Italian Association. Like its counterparts around the world, it had been established by the government to maintain order in a world that had been turned upside down by the Day of apocalypse. The Association was made up of high-level Gifteds whose authority rivaled that of the strongest guilds. Their responsibilities were broad. They regulated Gifteds nationwide, monitored the Abyss Gates that already existed, and handled every newly appearing Abyss Gate across the country. No Abyss Gate could be entered without their approval. No monster-hunting expedition could begin without permits signed by The Association and other major ruling entities in New Italy. They decided who was allowed inside a Abyss Gate, what level restrictions applied, and which organizations were permitted to handle dangerous territories. Their power was absolute. Even the Church could not bypass the system. Altho
Twenty Five
Before anything else could be discussed, the guild master of the Tiger Guild raised his head and spoke carefully. "Before we get into whatever business brought you here, let me ask you something." The room was quiet enough to hear breathing. Every member of the guild remained kneeling on the floor, bruised pride and injured bodies all lined up in neat rows. Their defeated leader knelt at the front, staring at the man who had toppled him with a single casual strike. This stranger was overwhelming in a way Dante Valentino had trouble processing. As a fighter counted among the top hundred Gifteds in the world, he rarely met someone who forced him to acknowledge absolute superiority. Yet the ease with which this man handled him made him question every ranking he knew. The guild members whispered silently in their minds, each wondering where this mysterious powerhouse would rank among Earth’s strongest. Would he be top fifty? Top twenty? Top ten? Most scoffed internally at the idea o
Twenty Six
After stripping the Tiger Guild down to its bones, Ray didn’t head anywhere near his usual haunts. Instead, he crossed the city completely, weaving through back streets and quiet districts until he was certain that nobody was trailing him. It wasn’t paranoia. It was common sense. He had just robbed a rising guild backed by one of the most dangerous martial families in New Japan, so it was better to be cautious. He knew he was strong, easily somewhere among the strongest one hundred Gifteds alive. Realistically, he would probably land somewhere around the top fifty or sixty. And that wasn’t because he lacked power, but because everyone else kept growing. The world was advancing at a pace that made his head hurt. The Lin family alone was ridiculous, stacking Ki cultivation on top of Gifted skills as though they were running some kind of cosmic cheat code. Even with everything he could do right now, Ray didn’t harbor the slightest illusion that he could survive a confrontation with the
Twenty Seven
Ray sat alone in an empty backstreet on the far side of the city, leaning against a wall as he flipped open the Tiger Guild’s laptop. The moment he awakened his third talent, Rumination Clarity, something in his mind snapped into a higher gear. It felt as if his brain had been operating on dial-up before, and someone had just handed him fiber optic. A single glance at a page was enough for the whole thing to etch itself into his memory, crystal clear and ready to be replayed whenever he wanted. It was surreal, like having a camera lodged in his skull. The talent was passive, of course. Everything he had awakened so far was passive. His mind adapted as fast as he pushed it, and the harder he worked, the stronger it became. The problem was that if he pushed too much, the strain made his head feel like it was melting. Still, the ability was broken in the best way possible. Perfect recall, instant memorization, and comprehension speed that bordered on cheating. With this new power, he bl
Twenty Eight
"Time to level up." [You are facing more than ten opponents.] [The effect of the title 'Solo Hunter' has been activated.] [All your physical attributes will temporarily increase by 10%.] Ray tightened his grip on the Monster Slayer and charged straight ahead. The first Plague Silk Spider lurched toward him, its massive legs scraping across the web-coated ground. Ray slid under it in one smooth motion and weaved through its eight legs as if he had rehearsed this dance a thousand times. He drove his blade deep into the soft underside, ripping the flesh open. A spray of thick, green blood splattered across the ground. The creature screeched, but it refused to die. Even a strike to its weakest spot was not enough to drop it instantly. Plague Silk Spiders were tough creatures. Their bodies were encased in scale-like armor everywhere except the underbelly. If Ray reacted fast enough and dodged their venom spit and those rope-thick webs, he could handle them. The trouble came from the
Twenty Nine
Ray kept roasting the swarm of Plague Silk Spiders pouring out of the Red Portals, his fireballs and flame spears turning the entire Colosseum into a roaring furnace. Every explosion cracked through the quiet streets of Rome like thunder rolling through a graveyard. The city had been abandoned long enough that there was no one around to scream, yet the noise traveled far and wide. It did not take long for someone important to notice. Valen, formerly Vtican City, sat close enough that the shockwaves might as well have shaken the cathedral itself. Anyone with a hint of awareness could tell something had gone horribly wrong. Ray was not only wiping out monsters. His barrage was shredding the ancient arena itself, burning away webs, stone, corpses, and everything in between. Midnight had settled over Rome with a heavy, suffocating darkness. The moon hid behind thick clouds, leaving only the flare of Ray’s fire magic to illuminate the ruins. Plumes of smoke spiraled into the sky. The air
Thirty
Ray squinted toward the faint thud he felt through the ground. Someone had landed about ten meters away, the presence sharp enough to cut through the lingering smoke. Behind that figure, several kilometers out, he sensed more signatures heading in his direction. They were strong, but not as strong as the one who had arrived first. He let out a quiet sigh. He already had a solid guess about who it was. All he could hope for was that they were not stupid enough to start a pointless fight. He turned slowly, letting the smoke shift around him, and finally got a clear look at the visitor. The figure was a woman, her silhouette unmistakable even beneath the dark hooded attire that clung to her like a second skin. The veil and shape of the gear made her look like the type of assassin who would show up in the final act of an action movie. But Ray noticed something more important. On her arms and chest, bright even in the low light, he saw the Church insignia. She held a spear ready at her