Henry rested his weary head on the desk, his frustration palpable. The weekend was slipping through his fingers, and he felt no closer to his goal. The clock was ticking, and in the back of his mind, he could already hear the sounds of Monday's routine—the receptionist desk, the endless stream of customers, the feeling of being trapped in the same cycle.
His research had been eye-opening, but also overwhelming. To get where he wanted, he would need to master a programming language—something that could take months, maybe even longer. He grimaced. Six months at the very least, given his tight schedule. The weekdays were a complete write-off. He had no time to focus on anything but work.
But as he thought about the cheat developers he'd seen online—the ones living the dream, earning hundreds of dollars daily from their subscription services—something inside him hardened. Some of them charged $10 a day, $30 a week, $80 a month, or even $300 for a lifetime plan. And they still had customers.
Henry's stomach churned with both envy and desire. He wanted that life. He wanted the financial freedom. He wanted to feel the thrill of succeeding in a world where the odds were stacked against him.
His teeth ground together as he clenched his fists. No matter the cost, he wasn't going to give up. He couldn't. He had made up his mind: the weekends would be his time to learn, to dedicate himself to something bigger. He could already smell the money—if he could succeed.
Suddenly, a strange sensation washed over him. It wasn't just a thought; it was as if the universe itself had recognized his resolve. As though, by sheer will alone, his determination had pierced the veil of reality.
And then, the voice came.
[Binding system…]
[Binding completed]
Henry blinked rapidly, confusion washing over him. Was this some kind of joke? His mind raced as he scanned the text. It looked real.
[Name - Henry Miller]
[Age - 20]
[Strength - 2]
[Agility - 3]
[Stamina - 2]
[Intelligence - 4]
[Skills - None]
[Points - 100]
His mouth went dry. What was happening? Was this some kind of weird pop-up? No—it was real. His heart pounded in his chest, and his fingers trembled as they hovered over the screen. There was no mistake; this was happening.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the blurriness from his vision. As he stared at the display, another screen materialized in front of him.
[Assimilating system information…]
The dizziness hit him again, stronger this time. It wasn't just in his head. His entire body seemed to rebel against the sudden flood of data pouring into him. He staggered, his vision swimming as a wave of nausea threatened to overtake him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus, willing the discomfort to pass.
When it finally subsided, the screen in front of him held more information—his mind had been expanded, in a way he couldn't fully comprehend. It was as if he had access to a whole new world, a system with endless possibilities.
The system seemed to offer something incredible: points, which could be used to purchase skills from a shop. Henry's eyes widened.
He opened the shop eagerly. A list of skills appeared, but none of them made any sense to him.
[Quantum Imprinting – The ability to imprint thoughts or blueprints directly into the fabric of reality, manifesting objects or structures without physical construction. 10 billion points]
[Cosmic Resonance – Mastery of harmonizing with the frequencies of the universe to manipulate gravity, light, and matter. 8 billion points]
[Temporal Weaving – Knowledge of how to weave timelines together, merging possible outcomes into desired realities. 7 billion points]
[Void Mechanics – Expertise in manipulating the "void" between universes, using it to access infinite energy or hide entire star systems. 3 billion points]
[Etherial Engineering – Understanding how to build structures out of pure energy or light, durable yet intangible. 1 billion points]
[Reality Hacking – The skill to rewrite the "code" of the universe like a programmer, changing physical laws in localized areas. 1 billion points]
[...etc.]
Henry blinked in disbelief. What were these skills? Timelines, gravity, and... rewriting reality? This was like something out of a science fiction novel. He glanced down at his 100 points—measly compared to the astronomical costs of these skills.
But despite the overwhelming options, he wasn't discouraged. Instead, a new thought began to form in his mind, one that felt more within reach. He filtered the skills for something more practical—something that could help him immediately.
There it was, at the bottom of the list:
[Game Hacking 101: Gain the ability to infiltrate and manipulate game servers, altering variables, overriding mechanics, and bypassing anti-cheat systems. Execute real-time hacks like unlimited resources, invulnerability, or altered game physics without leaving detectable traces. – Year 2050 – 30 Points]
It was cheap, compared to everything else. He didn't hesitate. With a single click, he bought the skill, the knowledge flooding into his mind. The dizziness came again, but it was brief, and not as overwhelming as before.
The information was clear, vivid. He now understood the ins and outs of game hacking, how to manipulate game servers, alter variables, and create undetectable cheats. But there was a catch—he still needed a programming language. He had the knowledge, but without the right tools, it would be useless.
With determination, Henry scrolled through the shop again, looking for something that could fill the gap.
[Epiphanes: A quantum-optimized programming language from 2050, designed for ultra-efficient AI and system management. Features self-adapting syntax and real-time code evolution, enabling next-gen applications with unmatched processing speeds. 30 Points]
Perfect. Without a second thought, Henry bought it. He felt the language settle into his mind, its logic crystal-clear. It was unlike anything he had ever seen—far beyond anything available today. But there was still one problem: compilers. Every programming language needed one to turn the code into machine-readable commands. Without it, he was stuck.
Again, he searched.
[Universal Compiler: Compile and optimize code for any programming language or platform instantly, automatically handling syntax, semantics, and target environments with no manual configuration needed. Can be installed on any device with a thought from the host. 40 Points]
It was exactly what he needed. With a resigned sigh, Henry purchased it, draining his points to zero. But the tools were now in place.
He installed Cheat Engine, opened Call of duty, and began his first test. The game was slow, but manageable. He opened Cheat Engine and accessed the memory of the game, looking for the right offsets. It was tricky, requiring a bit of reverse engineering, but with his new knowledge, it was a breeze. Soon, he had what he needed: player locations, health stats, weapon data. Everything he could manipulate.
Next, he fired up x64dbg, a debugger app. Though it required knowledge of assembly language, Henry found no trouble navigating it. His understanding of game hacking was solid, and in no time, he had compiled a list of necessary values.
He moved quickly, opening his code editor and getting to work. Using Epiphanes, he wrote the aimbot—efficient, precise, and undetectable. The programming language was a marvel, allowing him to accomplish in hours what other developers might take days or weeks to complete. The next cheat—ESP, or Extra Sensory Perception—came just as easily. He added a user interface, allowing users to toggle the cheats and adjust their visibility.
With everything in place, Henry clicked the Universal Compiler, which had mysteriously appeared on his desktop. He uploaded his folder, and after a brief moment, the program compiled seamlessly. A sleek, minimalistic cheat application appeared, ready for use. It was clean, intuitive, and most importantly, it was undetectable.
A sense of pride swelled in his chest. The game wasn't open yet, but he already knew he had something special. This wasn't just about cheating anymore. This was his way out. The money was out there, just waiting to be claimed.
Henry grinned. The grind had only just begun.