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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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Interlude 2.00

Ian. My dear Ian. He lay bloodied against my side, and when I went to inspect his hands. I found naught but tiny little calluses filled with the flesh and blood of whoever may have been his latest victim.

"Rest."

"Bu-" He tried to protest but I would not allow such defiance. For with a single withering glare he shut that stupid mouth of his.

There was a moment of tranquil silence. I enjoyed it to the fullest before I held my rapier firmly in my hand. There was something to be said about the smile on my face, the beautiful curls that gave me an almost haunting look.

But that could be interpreted by another admirer on another occasion.

Snow fell over my curls but I did not shiver. Even as the winter chill settled verily over my shoulders. I merely took a deep breath and let myself touch that inner power coursing through my body.