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Stuck in Godmode

BigOtter37
Matthew was a “genius” AI theorist that had spent his formative years working and building his repertoire. You see, it was actually how he paid for his schooling, but while writing his doctorate, there was an accident… Sarah had been nearly killed and there wasn’t much time until she succumbed to her wounds. But Matthew was not there to witness her passing. His pain ate at him until he finally snapped. He stole the continuous brain scans taken by the hospital and got to work incorporating his “unethical” AI practices that were “strictly theory” at the time. After 9 long years, his plan was complete… ~This is a little side project that I think will be fun. I just graduated and I am needing to distract myself. The story will be fun and the MC will literally be a god. But, I hope for the characters to have fun in the world that was generated. Maybe Matt will find love? Maybe it is his sis...no, nope...not a siscon. Really, not a siscon...probably... but there will be interesting people, culture, and hopefully kingdoms with distinct people. I love release that witch and other kingdom builds, I love Litrpg books and system novels. But I hate how the MC is always OP and the author moves the goalpost of power. AH IT WOULD SEEM YOU ARE THE STRONGEST BUT YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT ANOTHER CONTINENT THAT I AM INTRODUCING RIGHT NOW, IN WHICH, YOU ARE THE WEAKEST PERSON THERE HAHAHAHAHA- Author-samas, probably...
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