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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 3.03

"Mm~" I groaned, my head was on something… something both hard and soft. I reached out to grab the offending item only to pinch something sensitive.

She moaned out teasingly. Celeste looked down over me and pinched my cheeks in return.

"Naughty~ naughty~" She teased. And I just groaned in response, jumped off of her lap and stretched my arms. Let my body awake from the slumber forced on it.

"What time is it?" I ignored any semblance of teasing.

"The right time."

"Wha-"

I had tried to ask what that was supposed to mean. Why she had been so cryptic, yet I needed not such answers for it sat right in front of me in the form of a small girl.

She was dressed in the cloth I made for her. Looking as beautiful as a doll sculpted from the hands of the gods. And what may have been the first word I heard from her echoed into my ear.

"Thank you… really…"