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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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Expansion 1.17

And yet, despite the great silence of our location. Someone just had to go and make themselves known. It wasn't people… it wasn't beasts… It was some sort of wind, an ominous gap in the silence that brought us both on our guards. 

Where?

I searched through the tree lines, through the glaring snow and through the dirty underbelly of the forest. For a moment there was nothing. Then another, and another. Until ten… fifteen… thirty… a minute.

Still nothing.

"You heard that, yes?"

Celeste nodded. Her eyes tersely followed mine, making snap judgements of whether the tiny movements were true or not. Was it enemy action or some other inane reason… like our heightened senses, they who conjured some grand illusion to trick us both.

I took a breath.

"What was it…? What… what… what-" I racked my mind for the subject, yet still that ominous wind blew a doubt over my mind. A little cloud of paranoia.