"Hey, how are you doing that?" one player messaged."Reported for exploiting," another popped up.
Suddenly, the screen froze. The bustling noise cut to a deafening silence. A single, red box appeared in the center of his monitor: MY RESTAURANT OP AUTOFARM SCRIPT
But soon, the restaurant began to feel... wrong. The NPCs, usually cheerful, moved with a jarring, robotic twitch. The music started to glitch, looping the same three notes of a celebratory jingle until it sounded like a mechanical scream. Other players began to gather outside his windows, staring at the glitching, high-speed madness within. "Hey, how are you doing that
Leo sat back, his hands behind his head. "This is the life," he muttered, watching his character stand perfectly still while a whirlwind of activity generated millions of coins around him. A single, red box appeared in the center
