Is It RIGHT To CHEAT In An Immoral World?

Is It RIGHT To CHEAT In An Immoral World?

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture41 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., mai 30, 2025
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Fantasy
In a world where shadows stretch long and morality has fractured, Elias Belasier is a man who plays by his own rules. He wields a peculiar advantage: a mysterious panel that grants him access to "cheats" and "hacks," allowing him to navigate the treacherous currents of an unjust society. This isn't about heroism; it's about survival, and perhaps, a twisted form of justice. With a shrewd mind and an enigmatic white rabbit as his silent companion, Elias embarks on perilous adventures, bending the rules of reality to his will. From outsmarting formidable adversaries to uncovering hidden truths, he uses his extraordinary abilities not for glory, but to expose the rot within the system. But as the stakes rise and the line between right and wrong blurs even further, Elias must confront the true cost of his unconventional methods. Can one truly cheat an immoral world without becoming a part of its immorality?
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