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My Skills Are All Max-Level

It was originally a game, made to be as realistic as possible with features to match. But as time passed and the game progressed there was no doubt about it. The game encroached upon reality. Not in the traditional sense, that the same monsters and people we had come to know so intimately started to appear in reality. But blank spaces that swallowed the country... the continent. And any that attempted to even reach a finger within those blank spaces of reality were consumed alongside it. I had thought myself average, that I could make some money with this game. Sanctuary. But there was a problem - a boon - whenever I gained a skill, it became max level. There was no exception. So, when the world started to fall apart, and my prowess revealed… They hailed me a hero. Despite the wrongdoings and plundering I had done in the name of wealth and power, they looked to me. To solve their problems and save the world. But could I do it? Demons and beings of absolute power. Such that even my cheat made it only marginally easier. I had no choice. It was either I fought and won, or I cowered and let the world be consumed by the cold devouring void. And so, I fight; from a beginning filled with greed, to a future filled with the hopes and wishes of mankind. Can I do it? "Heh~" Of course I can.

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Patch 2.04

The slums… the outside… whatever one wanted to call it was different. Not that it had changed in the short amount of time I was away. It couldn't have.

But walking in plainclothes, with only a hood and scarf to conceal my identity, with not even a weapon in sight.

Amazing isn't it. That we as humans wouldn't recognize a slaughterer if they just changed their disposition and clothes… just a little bit.

It was the only reason that my little guise worked. I turned towards the outskirts. Hoping that there might have been one that could recognize the tracks and direction of that lady.

I knew not what her name was, barely could even recall her face. But they would know. For that I was sure.

The cover of the tent was the same as all the others. Where they had obtained the hide, the resources necessary to survive in this hellscape… 

My head shook, divesting itself of those errant thoughts.