"We like your style, Elias. But the squad doesn't work for free."
He realized then that the "cheat" wasn't for the game; it was a cheat on his own life. He spent the next six hours in a frantic, high-stakes chess match against the loader, using every bit of knowledge he had to isolate the process and overwrite the malicious sectors of his drive. CheatSquad-Loader.ra...
His mouse moved on its own, clicking through his private folders. His banking information, his school projects, his encrypted chats—everything was being mirrored to a server in a country he couldn't pronounce. The "CheatSquad" wasn't a group of developers helping gamers; they were digital scavengers, and the loader was their Trojan horse. "We like your style, Elias