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The Extra’s Survival: Logging into the Game Master System!

The Apocalypse descended as the world turned into a game. And while everyone panicked, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with my eyes. [Logging into the Game Master’s Account!] And my ‘oh-so-average’ destiny, changed into ‘is this a cheat life?’ Kind of destiny. [Would you like to Create a Skill? GM Points will be consumed!] While others struggled to kill a single goblin, I was searching for stronger monsters. While they were happy with getting even a random weak skill, I was customizing what kind of skills I needed. Even my Talents and Gifts can be customised. The only limit was my imagination. Heck, even the hidden quests that people would trigger randomly were present in front of me even before the scenario began.  It wasn’t fair by any means. But isn’t that how life is already? [Would you like to make changes to the quests in the next scenario? GM Points will be consumed!] Is this how an apocalypse is supposed to be? I don’t know. I just tried following the script in front of everyone while trying out my cheat in hindsight. Don't get me wrong with the ‘pig eating tiger’ kind of thing. I just don’t like attention. I would rather stay with two trusted friends than with 10 fake ones. [Would you like to Initiate a Custom quest for the Players? GM Points will be consumed!] And for the players who were bullying the ‘weak’ me. One may even wonder how they ended up losing half of their stats and skills in a randomly triggered impossible type of quest.  Fate can be truly scary, you know?  One must always be careful of it.

Ethel_Imaginations · Game
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[The Truth Behind the Tower!]

"How did I find you, huh? That would lead to a series of questions and I would need to go back quite a bit. How about we have a walk towards the castle and we start from the beginning of the story? It might take a bit, but it's worth listening to," Annabeth spoke as she tried to recall a couple of things. With her finger on her chin as she looked up at the sky, she seemed to be smiling at something.

"All right. Let's go back then," I spoke as I began walking first. Even though I would have prefered sitting down and listening, I didn't exactly mind walking either.

She smiled at me before she walked along with me. Putting her hands at her back, she then started speaking about a story that goes as far as the tower existed. A story that was passed down through legends. Something that fascinated anyone who listened to the story.