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I Have A Cheat System In The Apocalypse

Hero? Villain? I don't care! I just want to survive in this cruel world... I want to stand at the apex and look down on those who dare to oppose me! Humans? Mutants? Variants? Deviants? As long as they're not on my side, I'll destroy them all! Being too ruthless? Being too merciless? I dare you to say that again! Felix, a special mutant with the telepathic ability wishes to become the strongest mutant in existence. He was blessed with three extraordinary abilities, unconventional good luck, and a cheat system that will help him grow stronger. Felix treads the path of darkness with no other help other than his amazing pistol, his lover and awe inspiring luck. He wishes to climb over the heads of countless powerhouses and successfully root himself at the top of the world as the one and only... Psychic! –Heroism Online– –You Have Levelled Up!– –You are asleep...– –Heroic Experience +50– 'I get stronger by just logging in to my capsule, I can even get stronger by just falling asleep!' 'This is too much! Who said mind readers are frail and weak? Who said we're just a glass tank? I'll become the strongest mutant!' So Felix continues on his path as the tyrannical ruler of Heroism. Cheating the laws of nature and becoming even stronger than the pathetic gods... The Strongest Mutant! ****** [This Is My WSA entry. All supports and motivation are welcome.] ****** Cover designed by Elixer_Yuu Discord Server: https://discord.gg/SZRVrkYaTg

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Chapter **

 It was another cold Monday afternoon in the month of September, 2080. The air was stale, cold and humid. These were the signs of the upcoming winter, and many people had began to prepare for it. 

 Cars drove up and down the road, people in thick clothes cautiously crossed the road with their heads bowed down to the ground and hands in their pockets. 

 "So boring…" 

 Various bored students wearing thick clothes sat huddled together in a classroom inside one of the most prestigious schools in the city. 

 Each of them were listening to a boringly long speech on power and energy from their teacher, a tall average looking man wearing casual grey clothes. 

 The teacher paced up and down with his hands in his pockets, every word he spoke send a torrent of spittle flying out of his mouth like bullets. 

 Jack, your average high schooler, opened his mouth and let out a loud and lazy yawn.