Ethel_Imaginations

The Apocalypse descended as the world turned into a game. And while everyone panicked, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with my eyes.

[Logging into the Game Master’s Account!]

And my ‘oh-so-average’ destiny, changed into ‘is this a cheat life?’ Kind of destiny.

[Would you like to Create a Skill? GM Points will be consumed!]

While others struggled to kill a single goblin, I was searching for stronger monsters. While they were happy with getting even a random weak skill, I was customizing what kind of skills I needed. Even my Talents and Gifts can be customised. The only limit was my imagination.

Heck, even the hidden quests that people would trigger randomly were present in front of me even before the scenario began. 

It wasn’t fair by any means. But isn’t that how life is already?

[Would you like to make changes to the quests in the next scenario? GM Points will be consumed!]

Is this how an apocalypse is supposed to be? I don’t know. I just tried following the script in front of everyone while trying out my cheat in hindsight. Don't get me wrong with the ‘pig eating tiger’ kind of thing. I just don’t like attention. I would rather stay with two trusted friends than with 10 fake ones.

[Would you like to Initiate a Custom quest for the Players? GM Points will be consumed!]

And for the players who were bullying the ‘weak’ me. One may even wonder how they ended up losing half of their stats and skills in a randomly triggered impossible type of quest. 

Fate can be truly scary, you know? 

One must always be careful of it.

The Extra’s Survival: Logging into the Game Master System!

Moving towards the tree trunk, I slowly sat on it before a piece of bread was brought to me by the man in the bronze armor. He was a human with a strange aura around him.

Taking a proper look at him, he seemed to be under a curse of some sorts and a bunch of scars were present all over his body. Some of them even reached up to his face, near his left eye, blinding him from one of it.

Eating the piece of bread, I felt the sour taste of mud and bread mixed in, chugging the bread down my throat as I changed its taste and nutrient content with my [Energy]. I kept observing the other members of the group.

"For you to travel from the east, you must have traveled quite a distance young man," the man with the scars spoke with a rather curious look on his face.

"Yeah. The spirits told me that I should travel in this direction if I wanted to survive," I answered him with another lie, to which his eyes widened as he asked again,

[Spirit Seer!]