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Lucky Spin: Godly Programming

Jeff, who died while doing his usual daily routine, found himself transmigrated into another world one that was twice the size of Earth. At first, he thought life would be the same. Peaceful. Boring, even. Just another world with different skies and landscapes. But he was wrong. On one fateful night, while he lay in his small room, a sudden ding echoed through the air. It was sharp, clear, and unnatural like something out of a sci-fi film. And then… something appeared before his eyes. [Luck Spin System has finally bind] [Congratulation you have gotten a skill: Godly Programming] With this luck finally his dream can finally come true which is making games, seeing that their was no minecraft in this world he decided to recreate it. Then his journey began starting as a programmer, he quickly rose to dominate the digital field, racing field, swimming field, shooting field, combat field, robotics field, hacking field, academic field, business field, gaming field, drone piloting field, artificial intelligence field, engineering field, virtual reality field, and even the military simulation field What would Jeff do with all these, skill and titles read to find out of course. ... Thank you for reading, and I hope you’ll continue to support me on my journey as an author. ******************************************** DISCLAIMER ******************************************** This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, applications, songs, technologies, locations, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously for storytelling purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real companies, brands, applications (such as ChatGPT, Minecraft, or other well-known services), or any other entities is purely coincidental. All real-world references are included as part of the fictional setting and do not imply any endorsement, association, or ownership by the original creators. The author has no intention to defame, discredit, or infringe upon the rights of any individual, brand, organization, or intellectual property. This story is created solely for entertainment and creative expression, and should not be taken as factual or representative of real-life entities or events. Readers are advised to treat all references in this work as fictional, regardless of name similarities or thematic inspiration.
Mark_Bayonon · 838.5K Views

Renji Kurogane: 23 Fragments of Fate and Misfortune

You know what's worse than being dead? Being half-dead. With a stiff back. No coffee. A Minecraft sheep as my emotional support animal. And a tattoo that vibrates every time I screw up — which is... often. I’m Renji Kurogane. Once a cop. Then an archaeologist. Now? Just a guy with a cosmic parasite squatting in his soul, offering universal Wi-Fi and occasional sarcasm. It all started with a cursed envelope. No sender. No return address. Just a notebook that hissed at me and a single word — Senku. One word too many. Since then? Reality’s been unraveling like a drunk god’s sweater. Timelines are glitching. Doors are opening. And somehow, I’m still the one holding the detonator. I’m not a chosen one. There’s no prophecy. No divine calling. I’m a walking bug in the system. A corrupted save file the multiverse keeps trying to delete. I’m searching for 23 fragments — ancient, cursed, possibly sentient gems that lock away something so broken, Time itself blocked it on all platforms. My mentor? A forgotten god with the ego of a cursed influencer. My spiritual guide? A sheep. A literal sheep. And yes — she judges me with every pixelated blink. This isn’t a hero’s journey. It’s not even a comeback story. It’s an existential black comedy wrapped in cosmic horror, buried under unreliable memories, and gift-wrapped by fate with duct tape and bad decisions. The universe doesn’t want to be saved. It just wants to laugh — front-row — while I fall apart. So yeah. If Deadpool, Rick Sanchez, and John Constantine had a deeply troubled child, handed him a cursed relic and a one-way ticket to Hell… You’d get me. Welcome to my story. But be careful. The Eye already noticed you. Author’s Note This story is 100% original and entirely written, directed, and emotionally overcaffeinated by me. Yes, I use tools for grammar polish and creative fine-tuning — because I like my commas functional and my metaphors mildly unhinged. But every plot twist, every relic, every scream into the void… Is handcrafted with existential dread, narrative obsession, and the kind of insomnia that makes ancient gods nervous. No AI chapters. No plagiarism. No copy-paste translations. Just me, my chaos, and a story that probably shouldn’t exist. But here we are.
Thanatos_Primum · 23.8K Views

Highflayer: Lite Night (Chronicles of Zahiris al-Miraj)

THE END "There it was," the man began, his voice taking on a playful, dramatic tone, "the iconic CYOA ending, leaving you to your own imagination to—" Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain tore through his chest, cutting his words short. !!!! The man froze, his fingers twitching involuntarily as the pain radiated outwards. A gasp escaped his lips as he stumbled upright from his chair, gripping his chest in disbelief. "The hell—" he started to curse, but his breath hitched, the pain intensifying in a wave of fiery heat. He barely managed to stay upright for a split second before his knees buckled beneath him. Thud! He hit the floor with an unsettling finality, his hands clutching his chest as the pain continued to wrack his body. His vision blurred to a crimson haze, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. Panic surged through his veins as reality warped around him. He tried to scream, but his voice felt trapped in his throat, suffocated by the growing darkness. No... no, I don't want to die... The thought reverberated in his mind, sharp as a blade, and yet, it was becoming increasingly impossible to hold onto. His heart raced, every beat feeling like it might be his last. He fought to stay conscious, his mind screaming for clarity, but the more he struggled, the more the world around him slipped away. And then, in the very depths of that suffocating darkness, a voice whispered—a voice not his own. It was familiar, yet alien, soft, yet demanding. "You have been chosen." The words echoed in his ears, and with them came a strange warmth, like a distant star flaring to life within him. The man's body spasmed again, and for a moment, everything went still. His mind, clouded with fear and confusion, barely processed the impossibility of the situation. Then, like a slow burn, a realization crept into his consciousness. He—
Realistic_Fantasy · 9K Views

don't read this lll

You find yourself before a shrouded figure standing behind a table. On the table are manypotions, choose as many as you want or none. The choice is yours. In addition pick additionalCYOAs or none to add on to this if you want some adventure.Each one infuses you with a variety of effects which cannot be taken from you unless youwillingly allow it.Note: exact effects in different ones such as perfect memory, intelligence, etc. do not stack.[fanwanking helps] Optional FeaturesEssence META is designed with the assumption that there is one player that is the ‘self insert.’There are of course other ways of playing but if you just want a few more options orsuggestions. Feel free to do your own thing if none of these appeal to you. Not like I can stopyou.OC Doughnut SteelYou are not the star of the show, it is in fact some other poor schmuck or perhaps someone whodances to your tune. You are free to design this new person however you like with whateverhistory, background, occupation and whatever else as long as they are not significantlysupernatural. You may use another CYOA before Essences are applied to facilitate thisprocess.ITS YA BOI NARUTOIt is not your self insert or an OC but an existing fictional character that receives their essenceseither by those you selected or them being presented the options as if they were playing theCYOA itself.Mexican StandoffEither as a Self Insert or OC Doughnut Steel option but you are not the only entity withEssences. There are in fact multiple Essence holders with a variable level of strength. Thestrongest Essences are barred from use from anyone as the cosmic energies would probablyreduce existence back to null, that wouldn’t be fun for anyone.Oh God Its Another OneYou have friends! You and at least one more person have access to the Essence
_LOOSER_ · 1.4K Views
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