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After a long day of productive etings and ga design reviews, Zaboru slumped back in his office chair and stared at the ceiling. Then, out of nowhere, a wild thought hit him like a speeding blue hedgehog.
"What the hell am I doing with my life?" he muttered, wide-eyed. "Video gas? Seriously? Video gas are for losers! I should be grinding stocks, hustling NFTs... maybe even—" he paused dramatically, "wing."
Without hesitation, he jabbed his finger under his jaw, pushed it upward, and began a flawless wing posture like an ani character leveling up. "wing is the future," he whispered, nodding to no one. Monts later, he jumped up, slamd his PC shut, and made a life-altering decision: ZAGE was dead. Long live ZACOIN — his new ultra-futuristic blockchain empire.
"Bitcoin doesn't exist yet? Who cares! The damn author will make it happen!" Zaboru declared to the universe.
He rushed ho, tore off his clothes, put on a dollar-sign print suit, and grabbed his phone. Ayumi, his loving girlfriend, greeted him with concern, but he pushed past her. "Not now, babe — I've got six crypto exchanges to invent and six bitches to fuck!!"
As Ayumi's family literal yakuza —burst into the room demanding answers, Zaboru smirked, raised his hand, and with a single open-pald slap, launched them into the stratosphere ani-style.
"You are courting death!" he shouted with an evil grin.
Oddly, Ayumi didn't get mad. Plot armor kicked in, and she swooned harder. "Zaboru... the more unreasonable you beco, the more I love you!"
From there, Zaboru beca a full isekai protagonist. "Harem isekai privilege is real, baby!" he announced. By sundown, five new girls had appeared out of nowhere, all claiming they were destined to be his wives. One was a vampire librarian. One was a bunny-eared CEO. One was a childhood friend with amnesia. Zaboru, naturally, accepted all of them. With a shrug.
His new routine was an elite-level grindset: Wake up at exactly 5:12 AM. w at the sunrise. Listen to 12 hours of self-help audiobooks at 3x speed. Bench press a vending machine.
Cook a gourt al blindfolded. Trade 200 stocks. Conquer 10 business sectors. Asking People what's their Bugatti color. wing again.
"Gas are dead," he proclaid, sipping a sparkling energy protein shake. "Money is the ultimate boss fight. And I've got the cheat codes."
But sothing was missing.
One morning, he looked at his ten girlfriends and thought, "Hmm... maybe I should try... n?" He slurped his tongue loudly, like a villain in a BL parody. Zaboru purr. "Cock might taste good, who knows?"
Desperate for fresh stimulation, Zaboru contacted the Author directly.
"Hey. You. Make the girls even hotter. I want a catgirl ninja maid who's also an idol and possibly a ti traveler. Let's boost this story's rankings!, Make fuck bunch of highschool girls pu*sy! It's guaranteed top spot!, Or even Better add Girls with Co*k or Femboy!"
Suddenly—
BAM!
Zaboru woke up, drenched in sweat. His desk was covered in controller blueprints and ga scripts.
He looked around, panting. "What the hell was that dream?!"
He blinked.
Then laughed.
Because he is so really tired he has not yet slept for 2 days straight even though his Enlightennt abilities it's still overkill so he overslept on his desk. He reached over, turned on his Computer, and got back to what truly mattered: making damn good gas.
APRIL FOOLS!
HAHAHA, I've already making this Chapter for a long ti.
I'll be back on Wednesday guys! and I'll be deleting this chap tomorrow!
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