On the Outer Side, we are reader and author.
On the Inner Side, we are the fugitive and pursuer of words.
In Dreamland, we have never t. The only way we know each other is by looking up at the shape and trajectory of the twin moons, judging how many lives the other has desecrated tonight, and whether they’ll need to wash their underwear the next day.
Finally, my thanks to my editors, Qingting and Jiang Cha. They are both good people, and good people deserve to live long lives.
Thanks to my family, even though they have no idea what I’m doing.
Thanks to my friends, who, after reading my story, cried their eyes out and said, "Did you fucking rub onions on the screen?"
Thanks to my enemies, even though I don’t know who they are or why we’re enemies.
And thanks to myself, because I think I’m pretty damn aweso. Really.
Pulling all-nighters 365 days a year to keep writing—even writing two books at once while still having ti to play gas, read, watch movies, and work out... surviving until now is a truly remarkable achievent.
Here, I have to give a 90-degree bow to those readers who have persistently given monthly tickets and recomndations, and who have relentlessly helped correct wording and grammatical errors behind the scenes. Thank you.
Whether you’re Doraemon or Reader1234567, Dark Artist or Invincible WarGreymon, Tree-Planting Flower-Collar.
Or those with all sorts of abstract and artsy nas, such as: Gouka, joke, Heisei, Xilin, Lumo, Ganjue, Moshang, Molan, Jingli, Ah Liang, Kobe, Uzi, Old Boys, Scent of Freedom...
And many other readers of all kinds.
I know I might not have typed your nas correctly, or I might have gotten them wrong, or maybe I didn’t type them at all. But handwriting them and using homophones is truly the last bit of romance I can offer you.
When I was in middle school, I wrote a super cringey and idiotic short story online. In it, I said that a user ID on a certain internet platform actually represented the digital life of a cha girl from another cyber-dinsion.
When the two dinsions collide in the future, that string of an ID would beco the crucial key to unlocking the cha girl’s core, and the user’s comnts on the platform would beco vital evidence for shaping the cha girl’s personality.
In the end, every user would embark on their own great journey with their own beautiful cha girl—be she soft and adorable, pure and enchanting, or sharp-tongued and tsundere.
Even if the road ahead is long and fraught with peril.
It suddenly occurred to that maybe this place is that platform from the story, and my readers are that band of warriors, geared up and ready for battle, waiting for a grand adventure of the century with their cha girls.
If that world ever truly cos to be, I hope all you readers will post so lewd pics in the comnts section (scratch that)... so I still hope everyone will make positive comnts and create a wonderful community environnt, because your support is the best encouragent for .
Because I updated with too many words, I broke the 100,000-word mark early on while other books from the sa period were still at 50,000 or 60,000. As a result, my follow-up readership stats were just average compared to them.
Later on, due to so changes and trivial matters in my life, my update schedule also ran into problems. This caused the book to miss out on quite a few recomndation spots, which was a huge loss, and now I can only hastily put it up for paid subscription.
But the good news is that this book’s performance has already absolutely crushed my previous book, which had an even stronger personal style. I guess that’s a silver lining.
I hope you can continue to love and hate, praise and curse this very strange story that’s like sothing a Beast wrote after being fed into an AI.
I will do my best to write it well.
If you like my idiotic style of writing and narrative pace, you can go check out *Ghost Slayer*. Trust , that book is definitely worse than this one, and more violent.
Finally, I welco you to subscribe, follow for updates, add to your collection, donate, offer up your real estate, and marry into my family. I love you all—except for capitalism.
I was going to type "Good night," but then I deleted it. Nobody sleeps! Support the debut subscription at midnight.
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[PS: Oh, right. I heard that user IDs that support the debut subscription, add the book to their collection, follow for updates, donate, recomnd, and give monthly tickets are more likely to pull an SSR cha girl. But maybe that’s just a legend.]
[PS2: This book doesn’t have a reader group either. I like to write ambiguously, so you can read ambiguously. Let’s all just simply watch a story be destroyed or reborn. Reading and writing are better done in solitude.]
[PS3: There’s a reader group in the synopsis. Although I don’t really like to talk much, I’ll secretly peek in sotis.]
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