Apocalypse Cheater-Chapter 260: Who’s the Monster?

The mortal seemed ordinary at first glance, with silvery hair and violet eyes pulsing with an otherworldly intensity.

To the untrained eye, he might be just another inhabitant of this harsh, unranked planet, but to Pikalos, he represented an unsettling paradox.

He was not merely a mortal; he embodied a formidable force that shattered the very fabric of Pikalos's belief in his own supremacy.

As the monstrous creature lay there, the air thick with disbelief, an overwhelming wave of emotions crashed over him, rage, confusion, and an undeniable hint of fear.

Daniel eyes crackled with flickering lightning, illuminating the shadows around him as Daniel stood tall, gripping a scythe that gleamed ominously.

This weapon had swiftly severed Pikalos's arms in a single, fluid motion.

The defeat had been instantaneous, leaving no opportunity for the monster to mount a counterattack or even process what had happened.

In that fleeting moment, Pikalos had stood as a titan, but now he found himself utterly incapacitated, sprawled helplessly on the ground.

It all transpired in the blink of an eye, Daniel materializing from the out of nowhere, having utilized his skills to bypass the minuscule amoubt of Pikalos's Authority and Blessing.

"..."

Without uttering a word, Daniel stepped closer, drawing nearer to the trembling mass that had once been a beacon of terror.

"S-Stay away from me, y-you m-monster!"

Pikalos stammered, fear creeping into his voice for the first time.

The proud creature, known for its ferocity, now sounded like a cornered animal.

Daniel halted at the fearful plea, a flicker of surprise coursing through him.

It was a rare and unexpected sight: a monster, usually the invoker of dread, begging for mercy.

A laugh erupted from his lips, cutting through the tension like a knife.

"HAHAHAHA! What is this? A monster begging for its life?"

Daniel couldn't contain himself, clutching his stomach as he doubled over with laughter.

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The absurdity of the moment struck him hard.

"What kind of situation is this?" He marveled at how the roles had reversed.

This was the same kind of monster that had haunted his nightmares, the kind of existence responsible for the loss of his loved ones and friends.

Yet now, the fearsome creature lay before him, broken and desperate.

The conflict within Daniel swelled as he grappled with the emotions roiling beneath the surface.

Anger blended with an unexpected tinge of comedy.

"It seems funny to me that our positions have been reversed,"

Daniel muttered, a calm yet horrifying tone.

Pikalos, still grappling with the mental and emotional chaos flooding his senses, couldn't grasp the meaning behind Daniel's words.

Before he could rationalize the shift in dynamics, Daniel raised his scythe high above his head, its blade shimmering ominously in the light.

With a swift motion, he amplified its size, a terrifying sight that shattered any remnants of hope within the great beast.

In one devastating swing, Daniel split Pikalos in half, a chilling silence following the brutal act—a silence filled with the echoes of finality.

[: Congratulations...

The notification flared briefly in Daniel's vision, but he brushed it aside, indifferent.

There was no time for self-congratulation.

Without a backward glance, he moved on to his next target, the adrenaline of the hunt pumping through his veins.

Within just one hour, he had slayed a total of twenty Apocalyptic Monsters, each slaughtered with a mix of precision and grim purpose.

These formidable beings were scattered across the globe, from the bustling destroyed streets of Japan to the lush jungles of Indonesia, and from the vibrant ruined markets of Thailand to the misty mountains of Korea.

Each creature was unique in its own terrifying way, with powers and abilities that had earned them their fearsome reputations.

Yet, as he cut through them one by one, they all fell to him without resistance, their pride shattered in the face of his overwhelming strength.

The same desperate plea echoed through the air after each confrontation:

"That being is a monster."

Once hailed as the epitome of existence, these mighty creatures were reduced to mere shadows of their former selves, defeated without even a fight.

Some attempted to stand their ground, wielding their terrifying powers against him, but most surrendered before the end came.

Their voices trembled with fear as they begged for mercy.

Each time he heard the word "please," a fresh wave of laughter bubbled up within him.

The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him—these monsters, once the stuff of myths and nightmares, had become powerless in his hands.

Earlier, Daniel had believed that facing such monsters would be a challenge.

Yet now, they felt more like ordinary foes, creatures lined up to be taken down without a second thought.

In his mind, they transformed into mere tokens in a game, entities that existed solely to provide him with rewards, no more significant than faces in a crowd meant for slaughter.

The thrill coursed through him, mixing with the pangs of memories and losses he had faced, and he could hardly contain the surge of exhilaration that accompanied this newfound power.

As he moved relentlessly from one location to the next, Daniel was flooded with the realization that he was no longer the hunted.

He had become the hunter, weaving through the world with a blade that had turned the balance of life and death into his favor.

Eventually, Daniel found himself face to face with a phoenix.

A phoenix unlike any he had encountered before.

Rather than the typical sun-like flames synonymous with the legendary creature, this phoenix radiated an intense violet hue.

Its entire form composed of mesmerizing violet flames that danced and flickered as if they held a life of their own.

Upon sensing the presence of a mere human standing before it, the phoenix let out a mocking cackle that reverberated throughout the charred remnants of the city it had set ablaze.

"A human dares to stand before me? How laughable!"

Its voice, echoed ominously, filling the air with the promise of destruction.

"Let me burn you!" it bellowed, summoning ferocious tornadoes of black flames that spiraled toward Daniel with unimaginable speed, engulfing him in a fierce embrace.

The phoenix believed that, without a doubt, this would end the audacity of the human before it.

But instead of succumbing to the fiery onslaught, Daniel remained calm.

To the phoenix's shock, the torrents of black flames abruptly fizzled out, extinguished as if merely snuffed by a gentle breeze.

"...?" The phoenix stared in disbelief, unable to fathom how its supposed eternal flames could vanish in an instant.

The very essence of its power seemed to have been stripped away.

All Daniel had done was blow the tornadoes away, effortlessly dispelling the phoenix's might.

Harnessing the power of Command of Seraph, Daniel seized control of the violet flames, manipulating them as if they were his own.

[: Command of Seraph (Mythic) :]

- The ability to command an energy that could retaliate against weak divine essences and fragments of God's Essence.

- Capable of controlling and manipulating all forms of elements.

- Utilized vocally to bend reality and living beings to his will.

"My turn," Daniel declared, his voice unwavering as he conjured spears of ice that were anything but ordinary.

These spears held a chilling potential, the kind that could transform the hottest infernos into a harrowing blizzard.

The phoenix sensed the impending danger emanating from those frost-coated weapons, instinctively knowing that they posed a threat unlike any it had faced before.

But Daniel, with an expert flick of his wrist, cloaked each spear in Absolute Invisibility and Target Locked.

[: Absolute Invisibility (Mythic) :]

- Capable of hiding one's existence or coating objects and skills so that they cannot be seen, sensed, smelled, or targeted by anything that has been applied with Absolute Invisibility.

[: Target Locked (Mythic) :]

- Able to teleport any object or oneself to any destination desired by the user.

"Where did the spears go to—"

Before the phoenix could finish its sentence, a sudden wave of pain surged through its body.

The spears had pierced its form, unleashed with such precision that the creature could not even sense their arrival.

With every strike, the violet flames flickered and dimmed, losing their vibrancy as Daniel's attack siphoned away the phoenix's life force.

It writhed in agony, struggling to comprehend how this had happened—how it, a creature of legend, had succumbed to a single assault.

In moments, the once-mighty phoenix succumbed to its injuries, its flames extinguished, leaving behind only a faint wisp of violet smoke that dissipated into the air.