When the round started, the "Nextbots" spawned—giant, 2D images of screaming memes that usually meant instant death. Jax didn’t run. He stood still as a towering, distorted face rushed him. It hit him with the force of a freight train, but instead of the "Downed" animation, the bot simply slid off him like water. "Admin?" someone typed in the chat.

The fluorescent glow of the monitor was the only light in Jax’s room as he hovered over the blinking cursor. On the second monitor, the page sat open, a jagged wall of Lua code titled: EVADE Script Hack GUI | GODMODE, SERVER HOP, ESP .

Jax tried to close the menu, but his mouse wouldn't move. A new line appeared on the Pastebin page, even though he hadn't refreshed it: “Thanks for the access, Jax.”