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But Kai had toggled the "Penetration Predictor."

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

Kai ignored it.

He stood in the open. No cover. No fear. Four Serpents rushed him from the apartments. A fifth drove a stolen Camaro straight at him. BEST DA HOOD AIMLOCK HITBOX LOCK -SHOWCASE-

You were eliminated by [SYSTEM].

The last thing Ghost_6ix heard before his PC shut down permanently was the sound of every player in the server, in perfect unison, firing a single shot.

"Alright, chat," he whispered into his mic, even though no one was watching yet. "Time to show them what god-mode looks like." But Kai had toggled the "Penetration Predictor

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"xX_KingReaper_Xx was eliminated by Ghost_6ix [HITBOX LOCK]"

Kai didn't move his mouse. He just held down left-click. He stood in the open

Click.

"Nice gaming chair," someone typed.

He aimed at the wall. The hitbox lock turned the geometry transparent in his mind. He fired. Three bullets. The first two punched through the brick. The third curved—yes, curved in that impossible, lag-compensated way that only the most expensive scripts allow—and kissed the King's forehead.

But the countdown stopped at "1."