It was 6:00 AM, and Henry was already awake, his alarm clock buzzing faintly in the background. He groaned as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The chilly morning air made him hesitate for a mont before swinging his legs off the bed. A long day awaited him, and while he didn't need to clock in at work until 9:00 AM, the distance to his workplace demanded an early start. He couldn't afford the luxury of a taxi, so walking it was—just as it had always been.
Dragging himself into the bathroom, Henry turned on the tap, the cold water splashing against his face and sending a shiver through his body. After a quick wash, he dressed in his usual faded uniform and shuffled to the kitchen. Breakfast was an uninspiring bowl of cereal—barely enough to stave off hunger. It wasn't about enjoying the al; it was about getting by.
Henry glanced at his phone as he ate, the screen casting a faint glow in the dimly lit room. He downloaded Discord, an app he hadn't used much despite having an account for months. Back then, he'd made the account out of curiosity but had never needed the mobile app—until now. He swallowed the last spoonful of cereal, set the empty bowl aside, and opened the app, his fingers tapping purposefully.
It was ti to build sothing new.
He began setting up a Discord community where he could sell cheats for video gas. His plan was straightforward but risky—conduct all sales within the community while taking every precaution to stay anonymous. While ga hacking was technically illegal, enforcent was rare, and Henry planned to keep his identity well-hidden. He wasn't naive, though; he knew the consequences if he slipped up.
As he stepped outside, Henry kept his phone in hand, working on the community setup while walking. The cold morning air nipped at his skin, and his breath ca out in faint puffs. Every few seconds, he glanced up from his phone to ensure he wasn't about to walk into a pole or another pedestrian. Balancing his focus between the screen and his surroundings beca a practiced rhythm, one he had mastered over the years of multitasking.
The hour-long walk passed slowly, the city waking up around him. By the ti Henry arrived at work, his Discord community was almost complete. He pushed open the glass doors of the hotel and made his way to his seat at the far end of the reception desk. The lobby was quiet, with only the faint hum of an air conditioner breaking the silence. Henry settled into his chair and opened his phone again, making a few final adjustnts to the server.
Now, with the community frawork in place, he faced the bigger question: How to start?
Henry leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. He had been over this plan before but still needed to refine it. He decided to target an existing cheat community for Call of duty, a popular ga he knew well. His strategy was to find "freeloaders"—players who couldn't or wouldn't pay for premium cheats. These people would be perfect to test his own cheats in exchange for gaplay recordings. He needed those recordings to showcase the cheats on Youtube and attract paying custors.
There was no way Henry could record gaplay himself; his old laptop would choke at the re thought of it. But that limitation wouldn't stop him.
Switching over to one of the servers he was already a mber of, Cheeto, Henry decided to begin his search there. The server was one of the largest in the community, and its general chat feature allowed mbers to interact freely—sothing many other cheat servers didn't offer.
He scrolled through the chat history.
#general-chat
Anax (DM for help): Before running the cheat, make sure to disable unnecessary mouse drivers in Device Manager.
Spourt: Yes, thank you.
Replying to Anax (DM for help)
Dockky: How do I get the aimbot?
Dockky: Is it detected?
Dockky: Is it free?
Replying to Dockky
Spourt: Bro, read #information. Everything you're asking is there.
Dockky: Okay, thanks.
Henry chuckled softly to himself. The ssages were from two days ago. Dockky had probably been discouraged after checking the prices listed in the #information channel: $8 daily, $40 weekly, $100 monthly, and a staggering $500 for lifeti access. Outrageous, They hadn't sent a single ssage on the server since then.
Dockky was the perfect target.
Switching to direct ssages, Henry typed:
Alphonz: Yo, you still looking for aimbots?
Henry smirked as the ssage sent successfully. He had chosen the alias Alphonz when creating his Discord account months ago and saw no reason to change it now. Satisfied, he turned his attention back to his server. One crucial detail was missing—a na.
After a mont's thought, inspiration struck: Origin.
The na resonated with him. An origin was where things began, and Henry wanted his cheats to be seen as the starting point for sothing big. If the cheating community ever talked about him, he wanted them to rember Origin.
Henry placed his phone down, feeling a sense of accomplishnt. But there was one more thing to do: quit his job. He had already decided this would be his last day. Even if selling cheats didn't work out, his knowledge of cheats and anti-cheats would make him valuable in the industry.
Still, he hesitated. Working an extra day might seem polite, but his boss was a complete jerk. The re thought of his boss's attitude irritated Henry. Finally, he sighed. He'd wait until the man arrived and resign then.
The morning passed quietly, with only a few guests checking in. Henry handled them efficiently, his mind more focused on what lay ahead. Finally, the boss arrived, striding into the lobby with his usual sour expression.
Henry stood up imdiately, walking straight toward him. The man raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled by the direct approach.
"I'd like to quit," Henry said without preamble.
The man frowned, his expression hardening. "Just like that?"
Henry nodded.
The boss's frown deepened, his irritation palpable. Henry knew exactly why he was angry. The man didn't care about losing him—he was upset because Henry had quit at the start of the week. If Henry had waited until midweek, the boss would have found a way to avoid paying him his full wages.
After a tense pause, the boss scoffed. "Like you'll find a job like this ever."
Henry smiled faintly, refusing to be baited. He packed his belongings, dropped the keys he had been holding, and walked out. The mont he stepped outside, a heavy weight lifted from his shoulders.
For the first ti in years, he felt free.
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