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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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The line was drawn, the floor was given. For those that wanted to come even a step close to me they had to face the fierce edge of my blades. They appeared from nowhere and with precision they found each and every vital point.

Should they wear armor to cover those then my precision would cover even that. They would find the tiniest of gaps being widened twice… thrice fold until their organs couldn't hold the pressure and they became just another art piece among the dozens that scattered my domain.

For they were nothing but lambs to the slaughter. I closed my eyes and let the sweet bliss of nothingness take me. If only for a second… two, three. A minute. Strings of fate weaved around me. 

Any arrows, projectiles, even the occasional cannon. None could pierce the line I had drawn. Yet it was still great and powerful enough to make me focus. I would melt them to slag and force them to the ground with rapid pressure differentials.