By the time he came back with a glass of water, he had a full team of "Evolutionary Gods." The Shadow in the Server

He toggled the button. Instantly, his character’s katana became a blur. Without Kenji touching his mouse, the "Shing! Shing! Shing!" of the blade echoed through the room. His Ninjitsu bar filled faster than he could read the numbers. It was a mechanical symphony of efficiency. The Auto-Sell and Farm

With a few clicks, he opened a sleek, translucent menu over his game window. The header read: . "Let's see what this can do," he whispered. The Auto-Swing

He didn't have weeks to spend clicking. He needed the .