HEY. You. Yes, you. The one with the "just one chapter" optimism.
Welcome to this literary dumpster fire, lovingly lit, erratically fueled, and somehow still climbing the popularity charts.
I'm Zeenon, the guy who got sucked into a black hole of AI-generated plot threads, editing nightmares, and characters that won't stop evolving like Pokemon on crack. Read this warning, or don't. Honestly, it's your funeral.
Disclaimers of Doom:
1. The early chapters, let's call them "pre-civilization" (up to ~Chapter 40), were marinated in AI sauce, edited with the grace of a blind raccoon, and stitched together using sheer ambition. Continuity? We don't know her. Logic? She's on sick leave. BUT, if you manage to claw your way through that primordial soup, somewhere around Chapter 41, I take over as writer/editor/deity-in-residence. From there on, things improve dramatically. Think of it as evolving from caveman fire to tactical nuke.
2. Yes, I was going to fix the early stuff. I even opened the doc once. But the moment I saw the disaster depth, I simply whispered "nope," closed the file, and spiritually moved on. So if you make it past that point? Congratulations. I now legally consider you above 97% of humanity.
3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 1000000. Honestly, at this point I'm just adding numbers for psychological effect. You're already in too deep.
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{Here's where I'd insert praise from actual readers who survived the gauntlet and made it to the newer chapters if they ever crawl back to this cursed intro and leave a comment. Will they? No clue. They've likely transcended.}
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{PS: You can trust whatever wandering soul does leave a comment down here. They weren't bribed with bonus chapters, I swear. Probably. Maybe. Okay, there was a bribe, but their trauma is real since they stuck till the latest chapter.}