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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.

SpacesSnips · ゲーム
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80 Chs

Update 1.09

"She did." 

Charlotte turned and smirked at me. Like she knew everything, her face mocked me and the secrecy that I had hidden behind. I turned and ignored her, the best way I found to do that was to just walk away.

I did so. Letting Charlotte consort with her servant, making small talk and even smaller faces. Minutes passed as people took gentle sips of water, ate some rations, or just rested their legs against the trees.

Eventually the called upon hour arrived.

"Gather!" Georg's voice was large and overbearing, enough to make everyone look at him. And when they did her repeated his message. Soon enough everyone stood in front of the dungeon, their hands waiting and ready to press the trigger.

Eventually it happened. He gave the signal and we were off, our minds blanked for a moment as our bodies were transported to another space. In front of me was a familiar figure. His stone mask and presence traced sadness along any other features of his.