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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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Guard pov

I… well my name was unimportant, so was my stature. Suffice to say that I was an average guard. Someone that had been trained and instructed but not at the level of the knights or mages that the noble houses usually carried with them.

A grunt left my mouth as I hauled the top end of an arrow. The back end was carried by another soldier. He struggled just as much if not more.

But it didn't matter. If we were enough to get the ammunition to the designated place without delays then we were all that we got.

After all, we didn't have an excess of manpower. 

"Guh…" A grunt left my mouth. The ground below me shook. The beasts had made so much progress. 

"YOU THERE!" I yelled. It was quite necessary as the resounding explosions and noise muffled the sounds of anything but a shout.

The soldier in question looked at me, the arrow above me and the other, then turned to the ballista.