Meanwhile... blyatxblyat had done it.
As of 5-Jan-2026, He had contributed 500 Powerstones to this novel?!?!
It was a staggering amount, especially considering the Energy that his Powerstones possessed, a testament to his willpower, consistency, good looks, aura, and so on...
Unbelievable!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🔥🫢✨
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It was true. By day, blyatxblyat was in fact the head of a multinational conglomeration, which focused on renewable energy.
Powerstones contained a vast amount of Energy, with just one being able to potentially fuel or shape the creation of the very World itself.
It was rumoured that blyatxblyat had reached the highest Powerstone level, and his achievements and infrastructure enabled him to mine and farm not one, not two, but *three* of these magical artefacts on a daily basis if he so wished or felt like it to use as he wished or saw fit!!!
On top of all this, in addition to being CEO of his Company by day, and honing his abilities daily as a Master in the Mantra of Mathematics in order to further the plot, he even found time to play club cricket, go go-karting, cycling, and even hiking amongst his busy schedule.
All-in-all, he was known in inner circles affectionately as "the Blyatman", a mysterious yet model successful person, and parents would even tell stories to their children when they were growing up to the tune of: "oh, if only you could be more like blyatxblyat..."
"oh blyatxblyat is so cool"
Even Author had once revealed in the past that "a certain person _blyatxblyat_ is awesome and very cool" (in Chapter 52) and advertisements would often play in-Universe, featuring this iconic person, famed for his philanthropic deeds - in particular, supporting young, poor, shivering-in-the-snow Authors and works such as Rizzmaster: The Adventures of Bob alongside a stable of other promising stories.
And yet. (Yes you knew this was coming).
This was, as always, only half of the picture.
At night, this was when he revealed his true colours.
That's right.
He was, in fact, also the head of the clandestine organisation only known as... the Media Mafia.
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It all started when he was young, and had nothing to read, a time when elite works such as Hairy Pee - and even Rizzmaster: The Adventures of Bob - had not yet been written.
Starved of narrative-al nutrition, he was out on the streets, struggling with only stringing together sentences from soggy newspapers, an occasional tabloid magazine article that fluttered in the wind - which wasn't even SMUT - to read... when he finally had the encounter that would change his life.
A bespectacled man had approached him, and handed him a manifesto - a copy of Döne - which told the story of a dude in the desert who had had enough with Media gatekeeping...
One thing led to another, blyatxblyat's eyes were opened, and as he read the last sentence in that dark, back alley, his former beliefs were done away with, killed by the Truth.
Without proper access to Media, how could people... learn, experience and grow?!
"I... was naïve."
Those who can support creators should, and do...
But what about those who never got that chance?
And so, the legend of Blyatman - the Rizzmaster who took matters of Media management into his own hands... began...!!! ⚡️