All three of my dorm mates were staring at me.
I had had enough of pretending.
"Yes," I said calmly. "I'm using a cheat. I upgraded my character."
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then the reactions came all at once—shock, disbelief, excitement.
"You serious?"
"No way…"
"Can you do that for us too?"
Max was the first to hesitate. He leaned back and said, "One of my friends bought a cheat online once. His account got banned within days."
I looked at him and replied without a trace of concern.
"Don't worry. Yours won't."
They exchanged glances, uncertain—but curiosity won.
I installed the modification on their systems.
The result was immediate.
Their characters became stronger. Missions that had taken hours were cleared in minutes. No warnings. No restrictions. No bans.
Laughter filled the room.
While they celebrated, my mind was already elsewhere.
Bought a cheat online…
That single sentence stayed with me.
People were paying for this.
I stayed quiet, listening, observing.
If others could sell unstable cheats and still find buyers—
why couldn't I do better?
Why couldn't I sell something cleaner… safer… invisible?
That night, after they went back to playing, I opened my laptop again.
I asked Max casually about where his friend had bought it. He gave me a few names—forums, marketplaces, underground sites.
I searched.
Read.
Observed.
No excitement. No rush.
Just understanding the ecosystem.
The buyers.
The sellers.
The mistakes that got people caught.
A slow smile formed on my face.
This wasn't about cheating in a game anymore.
This was my first product.
And I was about to see how the world reacted when I offered something it wanted—but couldn't trace.