Lately, I hadn't been feeling well because of my illness, and I hadn't been resting well either.
This afternoon, I took a nap and ended up having a dream. A 2D invasion caused the global bust-to-body ratio of girls to drop a hundredfold. In an instant, misery spread everywhere. Overnight, all those fanservice girls, cyber bodhisattvas, and the like suffered severe rating drops, while Southern Mother swiftly seized the market, driving divorce rates even further into madness.
Then I suddenly realized that my chance had come. The world was in chaos, so I had to act immediately. I posted one of my daily photos in the bonus chapter, fantasizing about boosting subscriptions, quickly cornering the fan market, and ascending to godhood in one step.
Instead, the readers mercilessly mocked me, saying, "Damn, this author's interesting—he's actually concave!" It felt like Too Deep had punched me in the face.
The nightmare abruptly woke me up right then.
Turns out my proportions had dropped a hundredfold too...
Anyway, I'm completely out of it right now. My mind is blank, and I can't update, so I'm requesting a day off. It must be because you little readers kept filling my head with weird ideas every day last night—otherwise, how could I have had such a bizarre dream!