Dear readers of Pighead, a masterpiece by Falling Flowers, Not Smoke—Sword-Wielding Record of the Nine Heavens!
Legend had it that at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, one could lift up mature beauties, keep lolis under control, and cut down queens below. But once he plunged into the deep sea of the Sword Dao, he discovered pits everywhere—and worst of all, he had to be screwed over by his daughter traveling back through time.
Damn it, I only wanted to be a good man, but this world was such a scam. A pack of hypocrites popped up, saying that if I surrendered, they'd leave me an intact corpse; if I didn't, I'd die without one. Hell, I play swords with you, and you play dirty with me. Fine, then I'll kill my way onward.
I seek neither eternity nor everlasting glory. I only want to muddle through, eat my fill, and avoid dying—one sword summons a thousand flowers in its wake!
It's already over five hundred thousand words, nice and fat now. Everyone can start carving in!
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