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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 · เกม
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80 Chs

Patch 5.03

Their movements were linear.

Telegraphed to the extreme. The four of them - three bodyguards and an enchanter? - made their way to deeper into the city. 

After a moment of talking and whispering, I couldn't hear what they were saying, they went their separate ways.

Two groups of two. The fancier one and one of the bodyguards went off towards the outer sections of the wall.

The other two made their way to some house deeper in the city. I could only assume that this was agreed upon before as the house was rather simple and plain.

It still stood out against all of the uncompleted projects but even the completed peace only brought their disdain.

The house was simple. A one story wooden thing with walls that could barely be considered thin. Even I would look on something like that with disdain.

Really, it was something fit for the slums not a VIP.