All Chapters of Cheat In Apocalypse : Chapter 81
- Chapter 90
127 chapters
Eighty One
Ray finally let out a low breath and gave in. “Fine.” Sera brightened instantly, but Ray cut her off before she could celebrate. “But the contract is going to follow my rules. I’m not planning to screw you over, but it’s going to be my conditions.” “That’s completely fine. Make whatever contract you want,” she said with a grin so wide it looked like she had already won. Ray just rubbed his forehead and activated the Contract Function. The familiar system chime echoed in both of their minds as clean white text appeared in front of him. [Contract Function activated] [Name your contractee by their Gifted Title] Ray glanced at her. “Your Gifted title?” “Sera,” she replied. Of course it was just her name. Not everyone bothered picking something dramatic. He entered it and waited for the system to prompt him again. [Place your conditions] Ray took a moment. He looked her over, weighing what he wanted and what he absolutely needed if he was going to be stuck with this stubborn wom
Eighty Two
The system announcement rippled across Zuan like a sudden tremor. [The Gifted “Divine Ascendant” has issued a challenge for the 200th position in the Power Ranking.] [If you wish to watch the battle, you will be transported to the arena bleachers in 5 seconds.] Sera’s eyes widened as the message appeared in front of her. Before she could collect a single thought, her body dissolved into light along with countless others inside the Gifted Hall. In the next instant, she found herself seated high above the sprawling arena, now packed with spectators filling rows upon rows of stone bleachers. The place could easily hold two hundred thousand people, and today, it seemed determined to test that capacity. She leaned forward and looked toward the center of the battleground. On one side of the arena stood the newly arrived challenger, the man everyone was already whispering about. Divine Ascendant. Ray. Her contractor. On the opposite side waited the current holder of the 200th spot, a you
Eighty Three
An hour rolled by, and the arena had swollen to its full capacity. Every seat, every stair, every bit of open space between the rows was packed with Gifteds who had come to witness what was quickly turning into the wildest spectacle Zuan had ever seen. The Gifted everyone was talking about, the one they were calling “Divine Ascendant,” had not stopped fighting since he issued his first challenge. He took on opponent after opponent, chewing through the entire ranking ladder with the kind of consistency that felt almost unreal. He never paused, never slowed down, never slipped once. And the worst part, at least for the Gifteds watching him with clenched teeth, was how effortlessly he did it. He treated the whole ranking system like it was some boring mobile game he was grinding through during a long commute. His strength didn’t feel human. It didn’t even feel like the strength of an Gifted. His power came off as something unnatural, something that didn’t belong in Zuan. By this point
Eighty Four
Ray had been fighting without pause, crashing through every opponent in his path with the same brutal, head-on aggression. He did not hesitate for even a heartbeat. He did not waver. He simply kept going. By now he had climbed all the way to the twenty-first spot on the Power Ranking, tearing through everyone who stood in front of him. Some of them tried to talk to him while they fought, voices strained and frantic, thinking conversation might slow him down or buy them time. They sounded too familiar, too human, too much like people from his old world. Ray heard their accents and recognized the way they spoke. Earth. They were definitely from Earth. He ignored every one of them. The moment they opened their mouths, he pushed harder, forcing them to spend every ounce of attention on staying alive. He gave them no chance to breathe, let alone speak. He refused to let anything distract him from reaching the top. He did not bother planning anything out. He did not calculate risks. He
Eighty Five
Ray watched Silvano fade into a drifting cluster of light. When the last speck vanished, a brittle crack echoed from his hand. The Eclipse Sword split apart. Fractures spread across the blade in a rapid chain, and the entire weapon crumbled into hundreds of shards. Only the handle remained intact, and even that was held together by thin, trembling lines. Ray stared at what little was left. He let out a slow breath. “You were a damn good sword. You’ll be missed, my friend.” The announcement arrived the next second. [The Power Rankings have been updated.] [The Gifted 'Divine Ascendant' has obtained the 20th position in the Power Rankings.] Ray glanced at the glowing text lingering in the air. Everyone in Zuan was watching. He could feel the weight of their attention pressing down on him from every direction. The arena had filled to the point of overflowing, with Gifteds crowding every seat and staircase, talking loudly enough that the entire space buzzed like a hive. He knew exact
Eighty Six
The roar of Ray’s last attack lingered in the air long after the light vanished. Even the Gifteds crowding the bleachers felt the remnants of that monstrous sword intent scraping over their skin, sharp enough that some instinctively flinched as if the attack might lash out at them too. The atmosphere trembled for nearly a minute before the storm of Ki finally settled. When the haze lifted, the arena floor revealed a vast scar carved straight through its center. A single stroke had torn a monumental gouge into the ground, as if a titan had dragged the edge of an impossibly large blade across the stone. Dust still floated from the edges of the wound, rising in thin streams beneath the flicker of weakened sunlight. At the far end of the slash lay Lucia. Her body was unconscious and coated in blood, her clothing blasted apart until nothing remained to cover her. Not a single person in the arena paid attention to anything indecent about her state. Their focus was fixed entirely on the br
Eighty Seven
"Something is very wrong…" Rafeal Venturi felt the shift before he even understood what caused it. The air itself seemed to tighten around him as he stared at Ray, who now radiated a terrifying intensity, as if some enormous creature had taken the shape of a man and stepped into the arena. The sensation pressed against Rafeal’s lungs and made his instincts scream. He wondered, with a tremble he could not hide, how much power Ray had been hiding up to this point. Sera watched from the stands, and like many others, she felt her breath catch. Every time Ray appeared to hit a limit, he shattered that perception in the next fight. It had gotten to the point where no one dared to guess how strong he truly was. Yet nobody could measure it either. The arena equalized levels and cultivation for fairness, making it impossible to get a clear reading of his actual power. Still, even without numbers, his presence alone was turning stomachs and rattling nerves. Ray drew a slow breath, though i
Eighty Eight
Ray held the [Gungnir's Bane] with both hands and looked at his opponent, a beautiful and bountiful elf. She, too, held a long spear in her hand. Ray smiled, briefly focusing on the spear she wielded, completely ignoring the waves of dark, foggy aura seeping from his own weapon. The sinister energy wrapped around him, coating his body in a reddish-black aura. "To obtain 10th rank in the power rankings, she must be quite skilled... This will be a great chance to assess the level of my spearmanship compared to hers." As soon as the timer ran out, Ray didn't hesitate for even a second. He dashed forward at full speed without any enhancement from his elemental essence or the techniques he possessed. Sera, the common elf, didn't stand idly either. She charged forward with her silver spear in hand. Though she wasn't as fast as Ray, she was still undeniably swift. Ray closed the distance faster and swung his spear with both hands, using only a portion of his strength. Se
Eighty Nine
Just moments ago, they had been convinced that Ray had reached his limit, that he had no chance of winning. Yet now, that very same person, whom they had written off, stood firm like an unbreakable rock. Then Sera witnessed something she would never forget for years to come. The wounds caused by her full-powered holy strike began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. "What kind of bullshit healing ability is this...?" she muttered in shock. "That wasn't just any attack; it was imbued with holy power. Normally, wounds inflicted by holy energy require extensive healing potions and time. How is he recovering so fast?" She couldn't believe her eyes. Narrowing them in focus, she activated her heightened elven senses, pouring all her energy into analyzing Ray to uncover the secret behind his rapid regeneration. She knew Ray was just a mere human. He shouldn't have any natural self-healing or accelerated recovery unless he possessed a special healing-type ability.
Ninety
There were several reasons why Ray chose to fight the common elf without finishing the battle in a single blow, as he had done with others. One of them was his desire to assess how much his spearmanship had improved. After fighting for over fifteen minutes using nothing but pure spear techniques, Ray finally realized that his spearmanship had already surpassed the level of masters and was now approaching the realm of grandmasters. However, at the same time, he sensed a great wall preventing him from stepping fully into the grandmaster realm. It wasn't just his spearmanship; his swordsmanship had also reached the same level. Ray became even more interested in reaching the grandmaster realm when, in the middle of their battle, Riya asked if he was already a grandmaster. He could see the frustration on her face, which only fueled his determination to break through that barrier. But there was a problem; he had no idea how to do it. He needed more information. It seemed t