Chapter 77: Important Announcement, Must Read

Important Announcement, Must Read

The author is facing a critical juncture right now — the fourth round of PK promotion.

Qidian's current recommendation system requires PK, and the PK metric is read-through rate.

Even if you readers are stockpiling the book, I hope you'll flip to the final chapter.

I know some readers are very dissatisfied — how dare the author ask for recommendations when updates are so slow.

This is actually not what I want; Qidian's mechanism changed long ago.

Under the current recommendation system, new books really can't update quickly.

The author was originally a tentacle monster who updated ten thousand words a day. (Skeptical readers can check my early update times.)

The result was that because I updated too fast — eighty thousand in three days — I blew through the recommendation instantly, and the editor yanked me back in a hurry.

And told me explicitly that my update speed like that is a dead end.

Without finishing the recommendation and going premium right away, subscriptions are low, and even if you started full of passion, it'll be drained away, and you'll end up abandoning the book entirely.

The author learned the hard way, so I stopped the update speed.

So I started lurking in the author group chat instead, and fell into agonizing torment.

There are too many big-shots in the group, each one humble-bragging — daily income in the thousands, daily income in the ten-thousands — and then I look at my own single-digit daily favorites, and really have no passion to update.

The editor was right after all — my passion vanished in an instant.

Staring at the favorites count every single day, with no heart for writing.

Four thousand words a day, waiting for the recommendation.

Finally endured through three rounds of recommendations, only the fourth round remains — now I truly need the support of you readers.

You don't need to finish reading, just flip to the latest chapter's last page, to the "To Be Continued" screen.

And it only needs to be today, that is, October 11th..

As for Sanjiang and the Six Channels, those aren't something a newbie like me can even dream of.

At the same time, I also promise here — after going premium, ten thousand words a day is the baseline.

For every 100 subscriptions gained, one extra chapter; for every 50 monthly tickets gained, one extra chapter — as long as I don't die from updating, I'll update until I drop.

A tip of 100 yuan equals one extra chapter, meaning an Alliance Leader equals ten extra chapters. (This one I'm a bit scared of, but then I think I'm just a struggling nobody, no one's watching anyway, so I'll add it.)

The author's original goal was to make it into the top spots of the power rankings, getting daily exposure.

That's a stage fought over by tentacle monsters putting out over a hundred thousand words a week.

Don't think I'm talking empty talk either — skeptical readers can check my early update times; the reason I can still put out 200,000 words a month while only doing 4,000 a day,

is precisely because of my early craziness.

……

Now let's talk about this book.

First, the author is a complete newbie — a newbie who didn't understand Qidian's rules and got a contract on the first direct submission.

My writing may not be great, but the author will work hard to learn.

Second, this book has an outline; it won't run out of inspiration halfway through and go "out for material."

I've even already written the ending, and the synopsis isn't a bluff either — the protagonist really will be able to punch gods and kick demons later on.

Third, regarding the recent plot, I know some readers might not like it, but this is part of the book — it can't be skipped, only accelerated.

I'll get through this plot as fast as possible, then let the protagonist set off on his adventure.

After that, there will be a long stretch where we won't return to human society, but head to another world instead.

The reason is simple — the protagonist is too strong, strong enough that the apocalypse would be on easy difficulty.

But not strong enough to handle the backlash coming later, so he can only leave.

And for the next plot arc, I'll be splitting it into a volume — the volume name is "Maimed Left Hand."

Should be enough to write a hundred thousand words, I guess.

Fourth, the author himself has a strong desire to write.

Before writing this book, I had already self-indulgently banged out four hundred thousand words.

None of which were ever published.

The first genre was near-future sci-fi — mechs, abilities, social upheaval.

The kind that has an eighty percent chance of getting banned……

The second was traditional mythology,

not the Primordial genre, more like In Search of the Supernatural.

But also different — the power tier is higher, touching on the evolution of our country's ancient mythology.

Including the decline and absorption of pantheons.

The power tier keeps rising, until producing the few winners we all know by ear today.

The third was high-martial-arts Earth, spiritual energy revival, China vs. America.

Another banned-bound genre.

The fourth was the myriad heavens — data-flow style, original plot.

Written brilliantly, I believe myself.

Then I lost the manuscript and broke down.

Fifth, urban cultivation — involving myriad immortals, also the myriad realms.

Sixth, virtual MMORPG, nostalgic.

Seventh, DND Western fantasy — protagonist is a mage, brain-melting, wrote a few chapters then PASSed.

Eighth, high-martial-arts xuanhuan, stacking boxes — my favorite.

The degree of stacking boxes is comparable to Shenji's Immortality and Saint King.

I write most comfortably myself.

The content of the above several books all has outlines, with each outline being no less than twenty thousand words...

The highest progress was one hundred thousand words...

Most importantly, I never published any of them; they were all for my own amusement.

I didn't even know about internal submissions before; if I had known, I would have submitted one, and I might not have written this book.

I don't know why I ended up publishing this book; perhaps I miss the God-Demon Farm.

(The following content is a blind write without an outline, shared with you. I wouldn't dare publish it on the New Book Rankings for fear of taking up word count, haha.)

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Bang!

"Ouch!"

Lin Chao cried out in pain, holding his arm as he opened his eyes.

"Get up quickly; the steward is summoning everyone for a matter."

A tall, thin man in gray robes stood beside Lin Chao, slowly withdrawing his right leg, and spoke with an impatient expression.

"Alright."

Lin Chao instinctively responded, got up in a daze, and followed the man forward.

"What is going on?"

After leaving the tent, Lin Chao had come to his senses; strange yet understandable language, people and things he had never seen before.

Facing such a bizarre scene, he decided to remain calm for now and observe the situation.

He was originally a college student on Blue Star, just starting his sophomore year, and often read novels.

He had some guesses about the current situation; nothing more than transmigration.

He was merely confused; without inheriting the original owner's memories, he had no understanding of his current predicament.

Along the way, there were gray rock paths, hills, and strange rocks, with not a trace of greenery.

From time to time, people in gray and blue robes walked the same path, their faces heavy, with no intention of communicating.

Those in gray robes were clearly of lower status than those in blue; seeing the blue-robed ones, they respectfully nodded and consciously fell a step behind.

Lin Chao was also dressed in gray robes, resembling ancient Hua Guo style, following behind a group of people until they reached a cliff edge.

Before the cliff stood a stone bridge, ancient and weathered, filled with the breath of time; thick mist shrouded the bridge, obscuring the distance.

The cliff was vast, stretching endlessly to the left and right.

Similarly, the stone bridge was huge, a hundred zhang wide; if not for having walked here from afar, Lin Chao would have thought it part of the mountain itself.

The side of the bridge was already crowded with a group of people, wearing strange clothes and having diverse appearances.

The leader was a youth in splendid robes, handsome in face, with a gloomy expression, rubbing a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, gazing toward the front of the stone bridge, lost in thought.

A middle-aged man in green robes walking ahead stepped forward and respectfully addressed the youth.

"Reporting to Young Master, the servants have been assembled. What are your next orders?"

The youth's face lit up with joy. "Steward Zhang, well done. Send people immediately to scout the path ahead."

"Yes."

After Steward Zhang finished speaking, he looked at the neatly arranged servants and pointed to the gray-robed servants in the back row.

"You ten form a group and scout the path first."

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the other servants relaxed; some even smiled.

Only the nine people in the back row showed sorrowful expressions. The tall, thin man who had woken Lin Chao clenched his fists tightly, as if thinking of something, then helplessly loosened them again.

Seeing this atmosphere, Lin Chao instantly felt something terrible was about to happen; he happened to be one of those ten.

This scouting mission did not seem like a good task; it must carry enormous risks, even threatening life.

He initially wanted to speak out in protest, but thinking of his own thin and short figure, clearly suffering from long-term malnutrition, and his childish voice, completely undeveloped...

Those around him who were taller and more muscular dared not resist; what could he do?

"Ah!"

Just as Lin Chao was pondering a way to break the deadlock, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his brain; streams of information flooded his mind, and he couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"Hey, don't pretend to be sick. When it's your turn, you go up. Everyone else has no objections; only you make a fuss."

Saying this, the tall, thin man directly slapped Lin Chao on the head.

Lin Chao stumbled, hatred flashing in his eyes; this tall, thin man showed him no respect at all, having kicked him awake earlier and now striking his head.

Now, with his thin arms and legs, he was indeed easy to bully.

"Heh, enjoy your arrogance for now; you'll see something good soon enough."

Looking at the panel appearing before his eyes, a surge of confidence rose in Lin Chao's heart.

【Heavenly Soul: Lin Chao】

【Lifespan: 15/81 years】

【Race: Human】

【Profession: None】

【Level: 0】

【Attributes: Strength 0.6, Constitution 0.5, Agility 0.5, Dexterity 0.6, Intelligence 1.2, Perception 0.5】

【Free Attribute Points: 0】

【Health Points: 5/6】

【Stamina Points: 4/6】

【Magic Power: 0】

【Experience: 100】

【Skill Points: None】

【Realm: Mortal】

【Innate Talent:...】

【Specialties: None】

【Skills: None】

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You can see how much the author loves the status panel, haha.

I also hope the readers can flip to the last page and support the author greatly.

With nothing else to repay you, I will update furiously until death after the premium release.