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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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80 Chs

Patch 2.05

The following day started with a rush of activities. Bags were stuffed with supplies, hung over our shoulders. And when we were finally ready Garnet and her father, Adrian, stood waving against our backs.

Our route was readily and clearly marked on the map. Again I had tried to shake Celeste from my trail and take the route myself. But she had made good reasons.

'I know the smith~' - 'I'll know the way' - 'I can help with any encounters'

I had no counters to her arguments.

And so we were off. Our boots roughly breaking the snow, allowing us further into the wilderness.

Minutes passed by in silence. Then hours broken by brief bouts of combat, neither of us were particularly threatened by the wildlife as of late.

I had my rifle - stocked with bullets once again - and she had her staff. A queer thing whose sole purpose was to sling explosive flames which exploded on contact.