Chapter 83: VIP Announcement — [As Always]

On the Outer Side, we are reader and author. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

On the Inner Side, we are the fugitive and pursuer of words.

In Dreamland, we have never met. 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 awesome. Really.

Pulling all-nighters 365 days a year to keep writing—even writing two books at once while still having time to play games, read, watch movies, and work out... surviving until now is a truly remarkable achievement.

Here, I have to give a 90-degree bow to those readers who have persistently given me monthly tickets and recommendations, and who have relentlessly helped me 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 names, 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 names 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 mecha girl from another cyber-dimension.

When the two dimensions collide in the future, that string of an ID would become the crucial key to unlocking the mecha girl’s core, and the user’s comments on the platform would become vital evidence for shaping the mecha girl’s personality.

In the end, every user would embark on their own great journey with their own beautiful mecha 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 me 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 mecha girls.

If that world ever truly comes to be, I hope all you readers will post some lewd pics in the comments section (scratch that)... so I still hope everyone will make positive comments and create a wonderful community environment, because your support is the best encouragement for me.

Because I updated with too many words, I broke the 100,000-word mark early on while other books from the same 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 some 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 recommendation 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 something 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 me, that book is definitely worse than this one, and more violent.

Finally, I welcome 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, recommend, and give monthly tickets are more likely to pull an SSR mecha 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 sometimes.]