ViscorCLone235

Jaden Rook, a 22-year-old gaming addict and master of min-maxing RPGs, dies in a ridiculous accident involving a vending machine and a runaway truck. Instead of heading to the afterlife, he gets isekai’d into Arcadia, a fantasy world with magic, monsters, and kingdoms at war.

Excited to finally live out his power fantasy, Jaden is given a customizable system that lets him break reality. The catch? The system is a sarcastic, trolling AI that nerfs him for fun, gives him humiliating challenges, and forces him into absurd scenarios before unlocking his true power.
SNEAK PEAK:
I didn’t expect to die today.

But as I lay on the cold pavement, crushed between a vending machine and an outofcontrol delivery truck, I had only one thought: This is the dumbest way to die.

A moment ago, I had just been trying to shake loose a stuck soda. Then, BAM! Instant roadkill.

As my vision faded, the last thing I saw was the smug grin of the vending machine, as if mocking me.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer on the pavement. Instead, I floated in a pristine, glowing void. Before me hovered an old man with a white beard, a golden toga, and the same deadpan expression as a DMV worker.

“Oh, great,” I muttered. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” the old man said, stroking his beard. “And you have been chosen for reincarnation in another world.”

My eyes widened. “Wait. Hold up. Are you telling me… I’m getting isekai’d? Like in the anime?”

The old man nodded. “Indeed. You have been selected to wield a powerful system, one that will grant you abilities beyond mortal comprehension.”

I fistpumped. “Hell yeah! Overpowered skills, here I come!”

The old man coughed. “Yes, well… about that.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean, about that?”

“You see, we have too many reincarnators lately. We can’t just be handing out godtier powers like candy anymore.”

I folded my arms. “Okay, so what are we talking? A slightly nerfed cheat? A balanced growth system?”

The old man looked away. “You’ll… figure it out.”

My stomach dropped. “Oh, hell no. You’re about to scam me, aren’t you?”

“I would never!” the old man said, voice dripping with totally believable innocence. “Now, off you go!”

Reincarnated as a Walking Cheat Code, but the System is a Troll

"Your... admiration is unexpected," Kira said, her voice a low purr. "But not unwelcome."

Lyria groaned, slapping her hand against her forehead. "Seriously, Jaden?"

"What? It's not my fault I appreciate fine craftsmanship when I see it," I said, trying to recover from my embarrassment. "I've never seen elf boobs before. They're like... works of art."

Kira's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. "Indeed," she said. "But it's been a long time since anyone has appreciated me for anything other than my skills with a blade."

The tension in the air lightened a bit, and I felt a strange sense of camaraderie with the elf. Sure, she could probably split me in two without breaking a sweat, but at least she had a sense of humor.

"Well, if it's appreciation you're after," I said, grinning back at her, "I've got enough for everyone."

Her smile grew wider, and she nodded. "Good," she said. "Because you're going to need every bit of that charm to survive what I have planned for you."

My heart skipped a beat. "Death traps?" I squeaked, the image of a dungeon filled with spikes and swinging pendulums flashing before my eyes.

"No, not quite," she said, amusement dancing in her gaze. "But I will push you to your limits. And perhaps... beyond."

With that, she turned and disappeared into the shadows of her home. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "Well," I said, turning to Lyria, "I guess it's time to find out what kind of hellish training montage I've gotten myself into."

What have I done