The conversation ended on a positive note, with a mutual understanding that the line between helpful tools and cheating can be blurry. As Batman, I vowed to continue protecting Gotham, not just from villains, but also from the temptation of shortcuts and cheats.

But, as I progressed through the game, I began to notice something odd. The experience wasn't as satisfying as I expected. The thrill of victory was hollow, and I felt like I was cheating not just the game, but myself. The challenges I overcame weren't really mine; they were artificially diminished by the cheat engine.

I downloaded the table and activated it, feeling a thrill of excitement as I unlocked the game's full potential. With infinite ammo, I could take down enemies with ease. With unlimited health, I could withstand even the most brutal attacks. The game became almost... trivial.