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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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Gabriel pov

Her parting was a tragic event in my eyes. Those warm lips that pressed against mine… I touched my lips and felt the lingering warmth. There was something so soothing about her presence. Something so tragic about our parting.

She closed the door behind her and I locked it. I jiggled the handle, just to make sure it was completely locked. A moment of silence was all that was left in her wake.

Once more I was alone. Completely and utterly. I pursed my lips and sat in my pod, I didn't bother to even close the damn thing. Instead just staring at the blank ceiling, there wasn't a damn thought on my mind.

But duty called. And beyond that was the soothing echo of forgotten woes, that if I were to close that pod then my worries would fall to the side in favor of the coursing adrenaline of future battles.

Maybe even the sorrow of another fallen city.