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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 · Jogos
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78 Chs

Patch 3.02

A slight tug at my pants legs brought me back to full awareness. When I gazed down to the interloper I found it to be that same child I had met not too long ago. A day or two if I were to estimate right.

'I see' I quietly contemplated, the picture was coming about. The women, the long drags those around her had given me, the small smile as she watched her child.

And the scarf, the blouse and all she wore. Almost completely attached to like some kind of coiling snake. The little one smiled and I did so too. No one ever said I was bad with kids.

She reached out her hands in a 'grab me' gesture. I obliged. Letting her head rest on my other shoulder as she withered away mumbling a story here and there.

I didn't bother to make sense of them. My gaze locked on the closed door. It opened slightly with a creak and I found myself staring at the mirror image of the child. The only difference was the age.