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Scumbag Director in Anime World

Chadbringer
A scumbag director from our world met his end — shot straight in the head by an enraged cuck who caught him red-handed blackmailing the man's lover, forcing her to suck him off in exchange for a shot at Hollywood stardom. But death wasn’t the end for this sleazy bastard. Not even close. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a whole different world — an anime world. And when he saw it — the endless ocean of beautiful faces, insane talent, and worlds ripe for the taking — his mind clicked instantly. Money. Power. Influence. Pussy. He could have it all here. He wasn’t just going to be a joke anymore. No, he would rise like a fucking god. He'd take these perfect, naive anime heroines and turn them into global stars, mold them into legends. And every anime masterpiece he once jerked off to in his old life? He would now own them. Remake them. Twist them into movie blockbusters that would shit all over anything Hollywood had ever produced. Lo and behold, peasants— You are about to witness a fucking masterpiece. Code Geass? Absolute Cinema! Classroom of the Elite? He’s about to drag those cold-blooded geniuses onto the big screen and make billions. FGO? He’ll have Artoria and Mash swinging holy weapons in IMAX. Toaru Majutsu no Index? Espers and magicians tearing shit up like never before. One Punch Man? Saitama’s fist will crush the entire box office. And he would be the one pulling the strings. The new king of the entertainment world. The God of Movies. And this time, nobody—not some pissed-off husband, not some jealous rival, not even the gods themselves—would ever take it from him.
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