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Awakened Gamer With An Idle Game System

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Buford Presley was an ordinary young man, living out his uneventful days, when suddenly, out of nowhere, numbers started materializing in the air and glitching around him. In a swirl of numbers and gusts of wind, he found himself dematerializing bit by bit, his body morphing into numbers and glitching alongside the rest, before his consciousness flashed, and suddenly he found himself in an alleyway surrounded by worn-down buildings. Finding himself in a another World with an Idle Game-like system, thrust immediately into a fight with his first monster, from there Buford embarks on a journey he never thought possible, deciding he would make the absolute most out of this second chance at life, even if he has to minmax the numbers in his favor! Follow his journey to see what encounters, both danger and pleasure, await him!
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