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I Created a Protagonist Sect: My Programmer Job is Super Overpowered

Hi there, I’m Chen Mo, as you’ve already noticed from my name, I’m a main character profile, or at least that’s how it was supposed to be. For legal reasons, I won’t be disclosing my real name, I’m a typical corporate slave working 996 at a game development company. Although I hate it, its not all that bad, I hop on with my non-existent friends every now and then doing the usual stuff, yk, cranking 90s, getting the Ws(never) and reading some dogshit wuxia novels with negative translations but I still make it work. That was my life until I was transmigrated into the world of cultivation and took over my boy Chen Mo’s profile RIP lol. Chen Mo’s your typical MC profile, yk, has talent, then gets spiritual roots removed or whatever, engagement annulled, just the usual stuff. Anyway, enough about that, during my transmigration, I somehow got to keep my programmer job, don’t ask how idk either. To pay tribute to my boy Chen Mo for taking his account before he had his heaven defying opportunity to take revenge, I’ll build a sect for all MC profiles in the world. Your engagement got annulled? here’s a cultivation system, your sect got destroyed? here’s a god-level cultivation technique, your spiritual roots are broken? here’s some more.

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Deal

In an unknown planet at an unknown time, within the confines of a seemingly modern home, a beautiful middle-aged woman in a flowing purple dress hummed a soft, melancholic tune as she carefully prepared a meal. This woman was Rasiel, and her face bore a bright smile, as if some great event had just occurred.

However, the serenity of the moment was shattered when a figure emerged, embracing Rasiel from behind. This intruder was none other than Chen Mo, an important presence in Rasiel's life, or at least used to be. Despite the unexpected intrusion, Rasiel did not seem surprised, her expression shifting to one of mild annoyance as she inquired, "What are you doing here?"

Chen Mo simply smiled at her, asking, "Am I not welcome?"

Rasiel relinquished her hold on the pan she had been tending, turning to face Chen Mo, who now held her in a warm embrace. Rasiel gazed directly into his eyes, her voice laced with a hint of exasperation as she asked, "What do you want?"