Hey hey—
I'm writing this straight into the void.
This is not a chapter.
Not an announcement.
Not a notice.
So if you're a new reader—
👋 hi, welcome,
you may politely skip this and save yourself from my life rant.
Before I spiral, shout-out time:
✨ Punkrockchick — thank you for the golden ticket
✨ Christy_Chaoo — thank you for the golden ticket and cola (yes, cola matters)
And love to all the silent readers lurking like shy cats behind curtains.
Now.
Let me cry about my life.
So… as some of you might know, when I got the contract for this novel, I stopped writing.
Yes.
Bad decision.
Regret level: astronomical.
Life happened.
Seven months happened.
Motivation left the chat.
By the time I came back, I remembered why I started writing in the first place—
but by then, let's be honest, this book was already kind of…
dead.
No features.
No new readers.
Just vibes.
When I started, I joined a mass release and somehow attracted the above-mentioned angels.
And that's… yeah. That's the highlight.
Right now, writing this story feels like shouting into the void and hearing my own echo go,
"lol."
No one's reading.
No new readers are coming.
And yet—here I am. Still typing.
Why?
Because this story is not smut,
it's a healthy slow burn,
and basically the opposite of what Webnovel usually likes to push.
Funny thing is—when my editor saw the outline, it was promising.
Complex.
Well planned.
From start to end.
I had plans, okay?
Like—
Originally this story was supposed to be 1200 chapters.
Slice of life.
Slow burn.
And—spoiler alert—Jiang's planet was getting its own full arc.
From his POV.
History.
Technology.
Culture.
The whole sci-fi buffet.
But reality said:
"Bestie, no."
So now I've decided:
I'll end this story in the next four months, if possible.
Speedrun mode: ON 🏃♀️💨
Yes, new readers might get bored.
Yes, Yunhua's lab experiments suddenly go zoom zoom.
Yes, I'm sorry.
Even Christy_Chaoo probably noticed I changed my writing style.
I stopped doing long paragraphs of body movements and expressions and now it's more like—
Pause.
I say nothing.
Yeah.
Oh.
That's it. That's the paragraph.
Why?
Because the book is dead, my time is limited, and I know not many people are reading anyway.
Also—there's another reason I'm rushing to the ending.
Scroll down.
But—if you do read till the end someday, please leave a comment or review.
Tell me what you felt.
I promise I'll cry respectfully.
After this story ends, I'll also be leaving this pen name behind.
New name.
Fresh start.
Mysterious. 🕵️♀️
Okay.
Now—why am I ending this fast?
No features + no readers = existential crisis
No readers = no money (tragic but true)
It's January 2026. I graduate in March. Exams are coming. Panic is free.
I'm also applying to a top university with 40 seats and lakhs of applicants.
Please wish me luck. I need divine intervention.
I need a job. I need money. Admissions are expensive and dreams are not cheap.
I want to write a new book under a new pen name—but not kill it this time.
So I need to fix my academic life first. Target: June–August.
I really want to write a Webnovel where readers comment, interact, scream, and fight over characters.
This pen name… yeah, it's not giving that future.
Honestly, this "Chapter 0" might shoo away one whole new reader.
One.
Hello, sole reader. Welcome to the ruins.
Anyway—life is hard.
I want a degree.
I want money.
I want to write stories.
If you're reading this novel, remember—it's here to make you laugh, feel something, and move on.
It was written with a lot of hope and dreams.
Right now it's a comedy romance.
And it's good, okay?
Trust me. I wrote it.
Life needs planning—
and if you don't have a plan, don't worry.
I don't either.
But I'm still doing what I love.
So you should too.
Thanks if you read this far.
I just needed to dump my inner stress somewhere.
Go enjoy life.
Chase what you love.
Keep reading fiction—not because delulu is solulu,
but because fiction means your creative brain is alive and kicking.
Bye bye.
Love you all. 💙