Unfortunately, there was an effect to my cheats that I had forgotten about.

Why did I even add this class? I thought, sighing.

New class unlocked: Admin

Description:

You are an administrator of these worlds

Bonuses:

Infinite Health, Mana, Stamina, Qi, and Aura

Full Analysis skill

Detect Effects skill

Identify Items skill

Requirements:

Use an Admin Command

When I see the second skill, I am struck by a sudden idea and use it on myself.

Name:

Enhanced Epiphany

Effect:

Greatly increases the chance of coming to a sudden realization.

After I read this, I use the commands to modify the class (can’t tell you the passwords (the information gathering ones are one thing, the world-changing ones are another))

You have modified: Admin

Description:

You are an administrator of these worlds

Bonuses:

Infinite Health, Mana, Stamina, Qi, and Aura

Full Analysis skill

Detect Effects skill

Identify Items skill

Requirements:

Ascend to the world of the gods

You have lost the requirements for the class: Admin

Your menu access has been reduced from [Administrator of Design] to [World Moderator]

“Close menu,” I said, before going to sleep.

* * * * *

In the morning, after I ate, I realized that I had slept in and it was already ten-thirty. I ran over to the Arena, ready to fight in my first match. I would be able to tell Erin what the effect was later.

“You’re here early,” the man behind the counter told him.

“I wanted plenty of time to warm up,” I said in response.

“We have a room full of practice dummies if you want to use them,” he told me.

“Where are they?”

“Down that hallway and to the left,” he said.

“Thanks…”

“Jacob,” he said, supplying his name.

“Thanks, Jacob,” I said.

“No problem.”

I walked down the hallway, going to the only door on the left. When I opened it, the room was empty and had a glass ceiling, something I wouldn't expect in this civilization. At least they didn’t have skyscrapers yet, and they likely wouldn’t. Regardless, the ceiling made it so that I didn’t need a lamp, light spell, or something similar.

I pounded the dummies into the ground, trying to figure out my own strength. About an hour later, I had just started figuring it out when I heard someone open the door behind me.

“Sir, your match is next,” the young boy who came in told me.

“Where do you need me to go?”

“I’ll show you,” he said, walking out the door. We went down several hallways before we arrived at one of the smaller gates into the arena. We arrived just in time to see the end of the previous match.

The tigerkin that I had fought for so long yesterday, Adrian, was fighting against a bearkin that I hadn’t noticed yesterday. He finished the fight almost as soon as we arrived, knocking the bear out.

“The rules are easy,” the boy who had guided me said, “Fight to either unconsciousness, submission, you’re knocked off the podium, or the judge decides it’s over.”

“The next match, John Pitcher, the free-for-all winner, versus Garm Blackblood.”

The door opened and the boy pushed me into the Arena, giving me my first sight of my opponent.

Garm appeared to be a half-orc, half-tigerkin. He likely came from one of the few tribes in this world, as I didn’t remember the orc world having found the portals. I had made it so that a world’s portal wouldn’t activate unless there was a civilization at least a few thousand strong within a couple of miles of the portal, to ensure that a race wouldn’t be overtaken and eradicated on their own world.

Garm was abnormally short, even for a tigerkin, nevermind an Orc. He appeared to be about four foot eight and was built like a wrestler. Based on his name, he was a black-blooded orc, which are considerably stronger, but slightly less agile than the orange-blooded orcs, but not as intelligent as the green-blooded ones. I would have to make sure to not let myself get grabbed, or he would crush me like paper. Arriving in the staging area that had been placed in the center of the area, I waited for the mark.

“3… 2… 1… FIGHT!”

As I expected, Garm immediately charged in trying to grapple me, forcing me to duck under his outstretched arms. I then kicked him in the back, nearly sending him over, before he managed to recover his balance.

Turning around, Garm roared at me, trying to grab me again. This time he almost got me, as I was a bit late getting out of the way. As I dropped to the ground to dodge, I accidentally tripped him, causing him to actually slide to the edge before falling off the platform.

“The winner is… JOHN PITCHER!”