Chapter 77: Important Notice, Must Read

Important Notice, Must Read

The author is facing a critical juncture: four rounds of PK for promotion.

On Qidian, recommendations require PK, and the PK metric is reader retention.

Even if readers are saving the book, I hope you’ll at least flip to the final chapter.

I know some readers are furious—you write so slowly yet still want recommendations.

That’s not my intention; Qidian’s system has changed long ago.

Under the current recommendation system, new books simply cannot update quickly.

I used to be a daily ten-thousand-word update monster. (Readers who don’t believe me can check my early update times.)

Because I updated too fast—eighty thousand words in three days—I blew past the recommendation threshold and was urgently pulled back by the editor.

The editor explicitly told me: your update speed is a dead end.

If you finish the recommendation phase without enough readers, your subscription drops, and even if you started with passion, it’ll be drained completely, ending in abandonment.

After deep reflection, I slowed my update pace.

Then I started lurking in author groups, only to fall into painful torment.

Too many masters in the group, all showing off—daily thousands in followers, daily tens of thousands. Compare that to my own single-digit daily favorites—I lost all motivation to update.

The editor was right: my passion vanished instantly.

I stared obsessively at my follower count, unable to focus on writing.

I update four thousand words daily, waiting for the next recommendation.

I’ve finally survived three rounds of recommendations; only the fourth remains, and I truly need reader support now.

You don’t need to read it all—just flip to the last page of the latest chapter, to the “To Be Continued” screen.

And only today—October 11th.

As for Sanjiang and Liupin recommendations, those are beyond the reach of a newcomer like me.

At the same time, I promise here: after subscription launch, ten thousand words daily is the baseline.

Add one more chapter for every hundred additional subscriptions, one more for every fifty additional monthly votes—as long as I don’t die, I’ll update until I drop.

One extra chapter for every 100 yuan in tips—that’s ten extra chapters for a patron. (I’m a bit scared, but then again, I’m a flop with no readers—might as well add.)

My original goal was to rank among the top few on the power chart, with daily exposure.

That’s the stage where weekly writers of hundreds of thousands of words compete.

Don’t think I’m just talking empty words—readers who doubt me can check my early update times. That’s why I could update four thousand daily and still hit two hundred thousand monthly.

It was because of my earlier madness.

…

Now let’s talk about this book.

First, I’m a pure newcomer—a first-time author who signed directly without knowing Qidian’s rules.

My writing may be weak, but I’ll work hard to improve.

Second, this book has a detailed outline; I won’t run out of inspiration halfway and go off to gather material.

I’ve even written the ending already, and the synopsis isn’t bluffing—the protagonist will truly punch gods and kick demons.

Third, regarding recent plotlines, I know some readers may dislike them, but they’re essential parts of the story—can’t be skipped, only accelerated.

I’ll get through this phase quickly, then let the protagonist begin his adventures.

Afterward, there will be a long stretch where he won’t return to human society—he’ll head to another world.

The reason is simple: the protagonist is too strong, so the apocalypse becomes easy mode.

But he’s not strong enough to handle the coming backlash—he must leave.

For the next arc, I’ll divide the story into volumes, titled “The Broken Left Hand.”

That should be enough for at least one hundred thousand words.

Fourth, I have a strong writing drive.

Before writing this book, I’d already written four hundred thousand words for myself.

None of them were published.

The first genre was futuristic sci-fi—with mechs, psychic powers, and societal transformation.

It’s the kind that would likely get banned…

The second was traditional mythology,

not Honghuang, more like Sou Shen Ji.

But different—higher power tiers, involving ancient Chinese mythological evolution.

Including the decline and absorption of divine lineages.

Power levels rise steadily until only the few now-familiar winners remain.

The third is high-cultivation Earth—spiritual energy revival, China-U.S. rivalry.

Another banned genre.

The fourth is multiverse, data-stream, original plot.

I thought it was written brilliantly.

Then I dumped the manuscript and collapsed.

Fifth: urban cultivation, involving myriad immortals, also multiverse.

Sixth: virtual MMORPG, nostalgic.

Seventh: D&D fantasy, protagonist is a wizard—brain-draining, wrote a few chapters and gave up.

Eighth: high-cultivation xianxia, stacking boxes—my favorite.

The stacking level is similar to Shenji’s Eternal Life and Sacred King.

I write it most comfortably.

All these works have outlines, each outline at least twenty thousand words…

Highest progress: 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, I might’ve written a different book.

I don’t know why I ended up publishing this one—maybe I miss the Divine Demon Farm.

(Below is a random, outline-less scribble—sharing with you. I wouldn’t dare post this on the New Book Chart—it’d take up space, haha.)

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Crash!

“Ow!”

Lin Chao cried out, opened his eyes, and clutched his arm.

“Get up—the overseer is summoning everyone.”

A tall, thin man in gray robes stood beside Lin Chao, slowly retracting his leg, his expression impatient.

“Yes.”

Lin Chao instinctively replied, rose dazedly, and followed the man.

“What’s going on?”

After leaving the tent, Lin Chao came to his senses—strange, understandable language, unfamiliar people and objects.

Faced with such an odd scene, he decided to stay silent and observe first.

He had been a college student on Blue Star, just entering his sophomore year, often reading novels.

He suspected his current situation: reincarnation.

But he was puzzled—he had no memories of the original body and understood nothing of his present circumstances.

Along the gray rock path, jagged rocks, not a trace of green.

Occasionally, people in gray and blue robes passed by, faces grim, no conversation.

Those in gray robes clearly held lower status—they bowed respectfully to those in blue and fell back a step.

Lin Chao wore gray robes too, resembling ancient Huaguo style, trailing behind a group until they reached a cliff.

Before the cliff stood a stone bridge, ancient and weathered, saturated with the aura of time; thick mist obscured the far side.

The cliff was vast, stretching beyond sight on either side.

So was the bridge—hundreds of feet wide; had he not walked from afar, Lin Chao would’ve thought it part of the mountain.

The bridge’s edge was already crowded with people—oddly dressed, diverse in appearance.

The leader was a young man in lavish robes, handsome but sullen, idly turning a string of Buddhist beads, staring at the bridge ahead, lost in thought.

A middle-aged man in blue robes stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the youth.

“Master, all retainers have been assembled. What are your orders?”

The youth’s face brightened. “Zhang Overseer, well done. Send people ahead to scout.”

“Yes.”

Zhang Overseer looked at the neatly lined-up retainers and pointed to those in the back row, in gray robes.

“You ten, form a group. Go ahead and scout.”

As soon as he spoke, the other retainers relaxed; some even smiled.

Only the nine in the back row looked sorrowful. The tall, thin man who had woken Lin Chao clenched his fists tightly—then, as if remembering something, he helplessly unclenched them.

Lin Chao felt the atmosphere and instantly knew something terrible was coming—he was among those ten.

This scouting mission clearly isn’t a good job—it carries immense risk, even threatening life.

He had wanted to protest, but then he looked at his own thin, short frame—obviously malnourished for years—and his high-pitched voice, completely undeveloped.

Those around him, taller and more formidable, dared not resist—what could he do?

“Ah!”

As Lin Chao was pondering a way out, his head suddenly exploded in pain, waves of information flooding into his mind; he couldn’t help but clutch his forehead.

“Hey, don’t pretend to be sick—it’s your turn now. Everyone else is fine; it’s only you causing trouble.”

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

Lin Chao staggered, his eyes filled with hatred—this tall, thin man showed him not the slightest respect; he’d kicked him awake before, and now he was hitting his head.

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

“Heh, you can gloat for now—wait till later, you’ll see.”

Lin Chao looked at the panel floating before him, and a surge of confidence rose in his heart.

【Heavenly Soul: Lin Chao】

【Life Span: 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: 5/6】

【Stamina: 4/6】

【Mana: 0】

【Experience: 100】

【Skill Points: None】

【Realm: Mortal】

【Mortal Talent: …】

【Specialization: None】

【Skills: None】

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You can see how much the author loves attribute panels, haha.

Hope readers will turn to the last page and support the author generously.

Nothing to offer in return—once published, I’ll update nonstop until I drop.