[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-the-apocalypse-i-alone-severed-ete":3,"chapter-starting-from-the-apocalypse-i-alone-severed-ete-starting-from-the-apocalypse-i-alone-severed-ete-chapter-77":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from the Apocalypse, I Alone Severed Eternity",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2312459,4518,"Chapter 77: Important Notice, Must Read","starting-from-the-apocalypse-i-alone-severed-ete-chapter-77",77,"\u003Cp>Important Notice, Must Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The author is facing a critical juncture: four rounds of PK for promotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Qidian, recommendations require PK, and the PK metric is reader retention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if readers are saving the book, I hope you’ll at least flip to the final chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I know some readers are furious—you write so slowly yet still want recommendations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s not my intention; Qidian’s system has changed long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the current recommendation system, new books simply cannot update quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I used to be a daily ten-thousand-word update monster. (Readers who don’t believe me can check my early update times.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The editor explicitly told me: your update speed is a dead end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After deep reflection, I slowed my update pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I started lurking in author groups, only to fall into painful torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The editor was right: my passion vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared obsessively at my follower count, unable to focus on writing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I update four thousand words daily, waiting for the next recommendation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve finally survived three rounds of recommendations; only the fourth remains, and I truly need reader support now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You don’t need to read it all—just flip to the last page of the latest chapter, to the “To Be Continued” screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And only today—October 11th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Sanjiang and Liupin recommendations, those are beyond the reach of a newcomer like me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, I promise here: after subscription launch, ten thousand words daily is the baseline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My original goal was to rank among the top few on the power chart, with daily exposure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s the stage where weekly writers of hundreds of thousands of words compete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because of my earlier madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now let’s talk about this book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, I’m a pure newcomer—a first-time author who signed directly without knowing Qidian’s rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My writing may be weak, but I’ll work hard to improve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, this book has a detailed outline; I won’t run out of inspiration halfway and go off to gather material.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve even written the ending already, and the synopsis isn’t bluffing—the protagonist will truly punch gods and kick demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll get through this phase quickly, then let the protagonist begin his adventures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, there will be a long stretch where he won’t return to human society—he’ll head to another world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason is simple: the protagonist is too strong, so the apocalypse becomes easy mode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’s not strong enough to handle the coming backlash—he must leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the next arc, I’ll divide the story into volumes, titled “The Broken Left Hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That should be enough for at least one hundred thousand words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourth, I have a strong writing drive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before writing this book, I’d already written four hundred thousand words for myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them were published.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first genre was futuristic sci-fi—with mechs, psychic powers, and societal transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s the kind that would likely get banned…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second was traditional mythology,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not Honghuang, more like Sou Shen Ji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But different—higher power tiers, involving ancient Chinese mythological evolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including the decline and absorption of divine lineages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power levels rise steadily until only the few now-familiar winners remain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third is high-cultivation Earth—spiritual energy revival, China-U.S. rivalry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another banned genre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fourth is multiverse, data-stream, original plot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought it was written brilliantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I dumped the manuscript and collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth: urban cultivation, involving myriad immortals, also multiverse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sixth: virtual MMORPG, nostalgic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seventh: D&D fantasy, protagonist is a wizard—brain-draining, wrote a few chapters and gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eighth: high-cultivation xianxia, stacking boxes—my favorite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stacking level is similar to Shenji’s Eternal Life and Sacred King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I write it most comfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All these works have outlines, each outline at least twenty thousand words…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Highest progress: one hundred thousand words…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, I never published any of them—they were all for my own amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t even know about internal submissions before—if I had, I might’ve written a different book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t know why I ended up publishing this one—maybe I miss the Divine Demon Farm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(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.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——————————————————————————————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Chao cried out, opened his eyes, and clutched his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get up—the overseer is summoning everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall, thin man in gray robes stood beside Lin Chao, slowly retracting his leg, his expression impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Chao instinctively replied, rose dazedly, and followed the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the tent, Lin Chao came to his senses—strange, understandable language, unfamiliar people and objects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with such an odd scene, he decided to stay silent and observe first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been a college student on Blue Star, just entering his sophomore year, often reading novels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suspected his current situation: reincarnation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was puzzled—he had no memories of the original body and understood nothing of his present circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the gray rock path, jagged rocks, not a trace of green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, people in gray and blue robes passed by, faces grim, no conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those in gray robes clearly held lower status—they bowed respectfully to those in blue and fell back a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Chao wore gray robes too, resembling ancient Huaguo style, trailing behind a group until they reached a cliff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the cliff stood a stone bridge, ancient and weathered, saturated with the aura of time; thick mist obscured the far side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cliff was vast, stretching beyond sight on either side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So was the bridge—hundreds of feet wide; had he not walked from afar, Lin Chao would’ve thought it part of the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bridge’s edge was already crowded with people—oddly dressed, diverse in appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged man in blue robes stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, all retainers have been assembled. What are your orders?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youth’s face brightened. “Zhang Overseer, well done. Send people ahead to scout.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Overseer looked at the neatly lined-up retainers and pointed to those in the back row, in gray robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You ten, form a group. Go ahead and scout.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he spoke, the other retainers relaxed; some even smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Chao felt the atmosphere and instantly knew something terrible was coming—he was among those ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scouting mission clearly isn’t a good job—it carries immense risk, even threatening life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those around him, taller and more formidable, dared not resist—what could he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, don’t pretend to be sick—it’s your turn now. Everyone else is fine; it’s only you causing trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, the tall, thin man slapped Lin Chao squarely on the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, with his thin arms and legs, he was indeed easy to bully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, you can gloat for now—wait till later, you’ll see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Chao looked at the panel floating before him, and a surge of confidence rose in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Heavenly Soul: Lin Chao】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Life Span: 15\u002F81 years】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Race: Human】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Profession: None】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Level: 0】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Attributes: Strength 0.6, Constitution 0.5, Agility 0.5, Dexterity 0.6, Intelligence 1.2, Perception 0.5】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Free Attribute Points: 0】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Health: 5\u002F6】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Stamina: 4\u002F6】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Mana: 0】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Experience: 100】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Skill Points: None】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Realm: Mortal】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Mortal Talent: …】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Specialization: None】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Skills: None】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——————————————————————————————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can see how much the author loves attribute panels, haha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope readers will turn to the last page and support the author generously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing to offer in return—once published, I’ll update nonstop until I drop.\u003C\u002Fp>",1546,"2026-06-20T12:43:33.559Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6b1812e50a2b3af945b93f350aaf9fc9c7901631734d75704387c519023af251","starting-from-the-apocalypse-i-alone-severed-ete-chapter-78","starting-from-the-apocalypse-i-alone-severed-ete-chapter-76",109,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-the-apocalypse-i-alone-severed-ete-cover.jpg"]