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He sprinted out from cover. A Serpent grunt, LilMack10 , swung around the corner with a pump shotgun. In real-time, it was a jump-scare. But Kai had already seen the future.

Kai didn't move his mouse. He just held down left-click.

The chat exploded.

BOOM.

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He wasn't fighting The Serpents anymore. He was fighting the game itself. And the game had just toggled its own He sprinted out from cover

The kill feed glitched. The word "[BANNED?]" flickered next to it, but no ban came. Kai's private injector was too new, too fresh from the dark forum where he'd paid 0.04 Bitcoin.

His crosshair drifted not to the chest, but to the precise pixel where the neck meets the collarbone—the "hitbox lock." A single burst from his G36C chewed through the space. Thwip. Thwip. THWIP. Each round was a magnet. LilMack10 ragdolled before his shotgun pump even finished. But Kai had already seen the future