Maya didn’t flinch. “Do you know why this place is called the Real Tutorial?”
“And the Anti-Cheat?”
A shape moved in the wreckage of a bus. Not a person. Something with too many joints, dragging a blade made of rust and bone. It turned a empty eye socket toward him and screamed . Maya didn’t flinch
He launched forty feet into the air, soaring over the creature’s head, heart slamming against his ribs. He landed on a broken rooftop, breathless, trembling—then grinning. High jump worked. Something with too many joints, dragging a blade
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. He landed on a broken rooftop, breathless, trembling—then
In the distance, he heard the howl of a single wolf.
For the first time since he’d pressed that green button, he wasn’t a god.