Synopsis:
Please, just let me die already! If I manage to die one more time, I'll complete the [Hundred Refinements Become Immortal] quest, cultivate the Dao, and become an immortal!
What?
I became a great hero of the Human Alliance?
Oh no—
Looking at the medals of honor covering his bed and walls, then at the throng of beautiful women filling the reception hall of his mansion, Wang Zixuan sank into despairing thought.
Something seemed wrong!
P.S. Yeah, a pretty outrageous book is out.
My editor said there probably wouldn't be time to review it tomorrow, so he told me to publish it at five this afternoon. The review got approved before seven, and then it went straight into the process. I'm honestly speechless. Does this mean I don't even get a single day off in the legal sense? Even the donkeys on a production team don't get worked this hard!
Tragic!
Whatever. It's out now. I'll update 4–5k words a day during the new-book period. The first week doesn't matter much, but once the trial recommendation comes, I'll need readers to keep up. I'll be counting on you all then.