That day, my world crumbled.
Academy Lily Princess.
The blockbuster that birthed the buzzword "Lily Wars," plastering the rankings page with yuri bait.
A gripping style that had readers glued to their phones like they'd been possessed.
Daily uploads without fail, and skill so polished it was hard to believe it was a debut—storming straight to number one like the monster it was.
The plot, in rough summary, went something like this.
Eva Amethyst, eldest daughter of the prestigious Amethyst Family, was born with magical aptitude so extraordinary the word "prodigy" felt like an understatement.
Hailed as heaven-sent talent, she carried the family's hopes of becoming a great archmage to shine the Amethyst name.
But Eva found all that expectation suffocating.
A natural introvert with social anxiety, she preferred games over magic and hermit life in a private space over social gatherings.
Her joy in life was hunkering down in her room, pounding away at the keyboard.
She pushed full steam ahead into hikikomori mode, and even after her coming-of-age ceremony, nothing changed.
Petra Amethyst, the family head and her mother, took drastic measures to shake up her daughter's reclusive nature.
Pushed by her mother, Eva's story kicks off with her enrollment in an academy on a remote island beyond the continent.
She wasn't your proactive protagonist charging into the fray to solve problems.
Passive and often overshadowed, she could come off as frustratingly spineless—but the author turned that flaw into an endearing charm that stroked readers' protective instincts.
Beyond that, sweet slice-of-life antics with captivating side characters at the academy, pulse-pounding dungeon action... it satisfied even the pickiest readers across genres.
'A flawless novel.'
The author had nurtured it for seven years before finally returning, and everyone swore it could never tank—not even after a few months off.
I had no arguments there, same as any other reader.
I couldn't even imagine this story bombing.
"And they drop this ending?"
But surprise!
Nothing's absolute.
Whether artistic pretensions got the better of them or it was scripted from the start, the author dropped a colossal blunder.
Right at the epilogue—the crowning finale!
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Eva carefully lifted the baby wrapped in a blanket.
With trembling hands, she cradled that tiny life.
The infant's warm body heat traveled from her fingertips to her chest.
'This child... Chloe's baby.'
Eva hugged the child tight.
She blessed this new life, a small but vivid spark just opening its eyes to the world.
"Welcome to this world."
Eva pressed a gentle kiss to the baby's forehead amid her tearful breaths.
The newborn, greeting the world for the first time, reached out a tiny hand toward her.
In that moment, she felt happier than anyone.
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The final paragraph capping the conclusion unleashed a torrent of rage in the comments.
💬 Comments— AnonymousThey really had to ruin it this bad.— AnonymousShould've never touched Academy Lily Princess. Thumbs down lololol— AnonymousSudden drift into hetero territory here???
A spicy barrage of real-time comments poured in, readers denying reality in a wave of shock and horror.
Everyone was in full denial mode.
Me, with Academy Lily Princess as my top fave? I just sat there blinking in stunned silence.
Thirteen years deep in webnovels, devouring every genre under the sun.
From masterpieces etched in my soul to trash that made me nauseous just flipping pages—I ate it all.
I could name any work from a line or two.
That much reading had toughened me up.
Most swerves barely registered, let alone hurt.
They called me "Shit-Eater" among friends for a reason—I figured webnovel fits weren't in my future.
Arrogance.
Who could've dreamed a stock at its peak would plummet to unseen depths?
'This lunatic author pulls a NTR ending here!?'
Never in my life did I expect to see the yuri heroine hook up with a dude—let alone give birth.
Academy Lily Princess was yuri-fronted webnovel.
Decent male side characters, sure, but once romance kicked in, no dicks in sight. Clean line drawn.
Late-game, flagship heroine Chloe confessed to Eva, feelings mutual, smooth sail to marriage.
Even folks pushing other heroines as main wife conceded at the end—tidy wrap-up, with many craving afterstories.
Author posted in announcements for those fans.
-Since readers want it, I'll do side stories in afterword format once I have time post-finale. But as I said before, it'll strictly cap at those two's happily ever after.-
As the end loomed, protagonist Eva cleared her goal dungeon's top floor and slayed the world-eating great evil.
Happy ending was telegraphed, so fans zeroed in on the delivery.
Plenty commented wanting to see kids from Chloe and Eva.
Chloe's blatant in-story lines fueled those fantasies.
But the author shut down "Chloe/Eva baby" requests hard: no same-sex births in this world.
Novels bend rules, but conflicts around it wove through the plot, with pure love transcending as the core theme—folks mostly accepted it.
'Honestly didn't get it back then, but shrugged it off.'
Ending buildup painted Eva post-dungeon as nearing godhood, beyond archmage.
A transcendent being can't overcome same-sex birth limits?
Not a few griped it strained belief.
But endings are the author's call—disappointment for twist-hungry fans, but what can you do?
Fine, I got all that.
So why—in the grand epilogue—does Eva suddenly celebrate Chloe's baby out of nowhere!?
Only conclusion: Chloe banged some random dude!
— AnonymousBad endings trendy now? What bullshit lololol— AnonymousWhy slap "The End" on this crap? Just fuck off.— AnonymousAuthor got art disease? Quit the shitty swerve, asshole!
Like dumping a bucket of paint on a masterpiece one dot from done.
Fans awaiting perfection lost it at the author's jaw-dropping twist.
⭐ Top Comment— AnonymousVirgin Mary meta? I'll keep the faith.— Anonymous↳ ReplyWho knows, maybe a flashy twist flips the mob next chapter. Not too late, author.— Anonymous↳ ReplyThis guy's brain is fried www— Anonymous↳ ReplyStill believers? Lmao that's faith not hope
An epic troll on yuri fans, yet some clung to hope—a directorial feint, maybe a hidden same-sex birth mechanic.
Skeptics mocked, but diehards held the line like sailors in a storm.
As a fan who loved the writing, I waited quietly too.
Then the author responded.
— AnonymousFuck, notice dropped!!!— AnonymousIt's real lololol— AnonymousLet's go!!!
New post: "Regarding the Controversial Epilogue."
Heart pounding with hope and dread, I clicked the notice with shaky fingers.
Academy Lily Princess ends here. No revisions. I wrote the story I wanted, and reached its conclusion.
The author dashed even our slimmest hopes, declaring "my way or the highway."
This was the ending I planned long ago. Some may be unsatisfied, but this is my decision.
Reading that curt damage-control notice, I smacked my forehead.
First time seeing such a tone-deaf sign-off—utterly absurd.
This basically retired the author from webnovels.
The already raging comments exploded further with the notice as fuel.
— AnonymousHistoric levels lololol— Anonymous"The story I wanted" → Baited with yuri tags for cash? Where's your conscience?— AnonymousAuthor: "My call" lololol— AnonymousDrop the pen name, you fuck. Never see you again.
Any shot at redemption was long gone.
No cleanup intent from the author, no revival for the novel.
"It's over."
Drained, I slumped onto the bed.
Vision went black.
Time spent reading.
Emotions poured in.
All for nothing.
'Fuck, this pisses me off.'
My forehead burned like it'd melt ice with steam.
Dump a curse in comments to vent?
Nah, just hurt me more. Don't bother.
What's done is done—forget it for sanity...
"The more I think, the madder I get?"
End it like this?
Suck all the juice and bail?
Wait, didn't folks spam donations last week for the finale?
I dropped like 100k too?
"Fuck, pay back my money, asshole!"
Chicken for five—pure malice bubbled up.
Never felt rage this hot.
And the fanart in notices? Over half mine.
Free, just to support good work!
'Author, you betrayed my heart.'
Decision made: time to troll.
'Didn't wanna pull this card.'
I dug out my deep PC stash.
NO.126: Mound of Crud on Toilet Seat Lid.
Hate-pic from net hunts, saved from unpaid mod days on big forums.
Cherished for "if I burn, everyone burns."
Ah, you lived in my drive for this day.
'This'll assassinate him.'
Zipped the file, polite email to author.
[Congrats on the finale, author! Fanart gift attached.]
Three years of emails since debut—he'd open it no questions.
Read receipt popped as expected.
Ding-ding!
Alerts nonstop; I savored the meltdown, shut down.
Glanced "fuck you bastard" title before power off.
'Serves you right, prick.'
Report if you want.
Learned from forum life: shitpics ain't illegal.
Clear conscience, crashed into bed.
'Sweet dreams tonight.'
Exhaustion crashed like waves; consciousness sank into deep dark.
And then.
"Solis, get over here and help right now!"
"Hm?"
When I came to, I'd possessed a character from the novel.