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Yesterday, my work reached 100,000 characters and entered its debut, and the number of readers significantly increased.
The most direct feeling came from the comments on the author's assistant—the number of comments in just one day exceeded the total comments I had received in nearly a month before.
The comments were naturally a mix of praise and criticism.
Among the criticisms, two main issues were repeatedly mentioned: first, the first few chapters had a situation of "left and right brain fighting," and second, many readers asked me, "Where did the system go?"
Let's talk about the "left and right brain fighting" issue first.
The inspiration for this novel can be traced back to last year.
After watching "Venom 3," I rewatched "Venom 2," and as I watched, I suddenly thought of Ghouls, which sparked the idea of combining the two.
At the time, I was just writing for fun, starting and stopping intermittently over about half a year.
Later, I officially decided to write a novel, and when uploading, I didn't re-read the earlier content carefully; I just made simple revisions and published it, which led to inconsistencies in the protagonist's behavior.
This is my negligence, and I apologize to everyone here.
Then there's the system issue.
Perhaps observant readers have noticed that I've always used the word "draw" when describing system check-ins.
Because in my setting, system check-ins are essentially a lottery draw.
Since it's a lottery, most of the time you naturally don't get anything good.
If I had to write out all those messy things every time, it would just be padding the word count.
In my opinion, the system is merely an Introduction to introduce Slaughter.
I believe most readers clicked in to read because of Slaughter, which is why I deliberately downplayed the system's presence.
Finally, about the female lead.
To be honest, I myself don't quite understand why Dong Xiang started leaning towards being the female lead as I wrote.
Not only do many readers in the comments oppose breaking up the CP, but even more absurdly, I felt a sense of guilt myself; when writing, Kaneki Ken's face would appear in my mind, making me feel like I was doing something terrible.
Next, I will probably revise the unreasonable content from before; I haven't decided on the female lead yet.
Of course, updates will not stop.
This is my first time writing a book, and I indeed lack experience, so please feel free to point out any problems.
Finally, I wish everyone a happy day.
Tomatoes require 1000 characters to upload a chapter; the following is to meet the word count and can be skipped.
Many years later, as Colonel Aureliano Buendía stood before the firing squad, he was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.
Macondo was then a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear waters that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs.
The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point.
Every year during the month of March a family of ragged gypsies would set up their tents near the village, and with a great uproar of pipes and kettledrums they would display the new inventions.
First they brought the magnet.
A large, bearded gypsy who introduced himself as Melquíades, a man with a gaunt body and birdlike hands, demonstrated publicly what he called the eighth wonder of the world.
He went from house to house dragging two metal ingots and everybody was amazed to see pots, pans, tongs, and braziers tumble down from their places, and nails and screws scuttling out of their holes and even objects that had been lost for a long time appearing from where they had been most searched for and draging along after Melquíades' magical irons.
"Things have a life of their own,"