He felt like a god in a digital playground. While others spent hours in practicing their 90s and piece control, Kael had bypassed the grind with a few lines of code. He moved with a jittery, unnatural speed, his crosshair locked onto the horizon, ready to delete the next "sweat" that crossed his path.
Boxes of bright green lines cut through the terrain, highlighting players through solid brick walls. He could see their health, their loadouts, and the exact distance—342 meters—between him and an unsuspecting squad. "Check this out," he muttered to a chat that wasn't there. FORTNITE! (SILENT AIM, ESP, AND MORE)
Kael stared at his reflection in the dark glass. The "god" was gone, leaving behind only a hardware ID that would never be allowed back onto the Battle Bus. He felt like a god in a digital playground