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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.

MrKonic · Oriental
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Fulfill your end of the bargain

In an unknown realm deep within the chaotic void, a single figure moved amidst the frozen tides of entropy as everything but her seemed frozen in time. A beautiful woman garbed in a brilliant purple dress that seemed to emanate its own soft illumination - Rasiel, one of the first original existences spawned alongside her master in the beginning before all else. 

Though alone, her words carried the cadence of one addressing another presence. "Okay, I'll be taking over now." 

*crack*

My name is Rasiel. I am one of the first sentient beings to emerge after my master sparked everything into existence, before the concept of creation itself had yet blossomed. In that stillborn eternity where the totality of all reality was a blank infinitum, that immutable tranquility was my entire world.