Maya grabbed his arm. “That’s an Anti-Cheat. It only appears for modded players. Run.”
Maya didn’t flinch. “Do you know why this place is called the Real Tutorial?” Maya grabbed his arm
From the edge of the ruined city, a new shape emerged. Not a creature of rust and bone. This one was sleek, metallic, humanoid—a silver hunter with no face, only a single red sensor that swept the ground like a searchlight. This one was sleek, metallic, humanoid—a silver hunter
He could fall from any height and feel nothing—God Mode meant no broken bones, no bleeding, no death. He bought a fortified truck, then a helicopter from the black-market trader. He raided the ruined city like a tourist in a haunted house. dumber. They think they’re gods.”
He pulled out his phone. The in-game store was still there. He bought a survival axe. A flamethrower. A suit of carbon-fiber armor. Unlimited money meant unlimited toys.
“Everyone knows.” She nodded at his phone, which glowed faintly in his pocket. “The modded players always show up eventually. Bigger, louder, dumber. They think they’re gods.”