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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.

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Patch 3.09

A cyclops. Like myth and popular culture, this one had one singular eye. It glared at me and blinked. A partial close that left it vulnerable for but a moment.

Yet still the staggering height, whose distance covered a tree's length and more. The Cyclops was greater than the mountains on foot that were the cavaliers. Its skin held defensive properties that the others could not match.

And the strength of its arms were so great that it could uproot a tree with nary a flex. But still, my mouth formed a wide grin. The bardiche stretched behind my back and flexed to chop the neck of the creature.

"YOU DARE!!" It roared.

Intelligent. I could place that among its qualities too. But as my instrument scythed through skin and flesh it could do nothing but blink at me.

Blood gushed and drenched my outfit. And soon after I leaped over the shoulder of the Cyclops and onto the nearest tree. He was dead, the Cyclops should be dead, yes?