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I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It – Chapter 291

Chapter 291 Today’s Rest

Today’s Rest

Thank you to all the readers who have been following along, as well as for your rewards and votes. I’ve seen them all in the backstage.

However, to avoid disrupting the reading experience, I haven’t posted them one by one in the Author’s Note (nor those few readers who frequently appear in the Comment Section).

I need to pack things up these two days and prepare to go home to celebrate the New Year, so the updates will likely be a little less. I won’t ask for you to follow the reading.

Just remember to care a little about me, this Empty nest elderly, when you occasionally think of me.

By the way, I’ll take this opportunity to chat a bit.

When I first started writing books, I couldn’t wait to hold my phone every day, looking at what silly comments you guys were posting. But later, I gradually became afraid to look at the comments because I always felt I was letting everyone down by not writing a story that satisfied everyone.

Ultimately, it all comes down to my own inability.

But I dare not stop.

I probably know that once I stop and decide to rest for a period, the most likely outcome is that I won’t be able to get back into it…

Hmm, back then, when I was reading books, those awful authors were vivid examples.

Also, the original intention of writing this book was to approach it as a slice-of-life story, so many people might feel the pacing is slow, plus the weak updates…

Let me, a certain person in the circle, argue a bit. Last month, it seems I updated twice every day without taking any sick leave, achieving a true full attendance achievement since I started writing books?

Alright, this might be easy for other authors, but for me, it’s really difficult!!!

P.S.: Next, I’ll go a little crazy.

Why!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Speed forward, kill all over the world, kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Twisted uppercut! Dark hook! Screaming left hook! Crawling right hook! Twisting sweep the leg! Splitting roundhouse kick! This is the spider’s dark earwax eating!

Actually, aliens are purple, but Patrick and SpongeBob are going to catch jellyfish together. And Icky-Icky’s blanket seems to be red. After crushing, add minced garlic and stir-fry until fragrant, and a home-style dish that old people and children love to eat is ready.

Haha, actually, I still like the feeling of pooping. Sitting on the toilet, closing the door, and browsing my phone, I don’t have to think about new problems, hahahaha…~omgomg Mommy mommy, so collapsed, so collapsed~omg

(End of this chapter)

Today’s Rest

Thank you to all the readers who have been following along, as well as for your rewards and votes. I’ve seen them all in the backstage.

However, to avoid disrupting the reading experience, I haven’t posted them one by one in the Author’s Note (nor those few readers who frequently appear in the Comment Section).

I need to pack things up these two days and prepare to go home to celebrate the New Year, so the updates will likely be a little less. I won’t ask for you to follow the reading.

Just remember to care a little about me, this Empty nest elderly, when you occasionally think of me.

By the way, I’ll take this opportunity to chat a bit.

When I first started writing books, I couldn’t wait to hold my phone every day, looking at what silly comments you guys were posting. But later, I gradually became afraid to look at the comments because I always felt I was letting everyone down by not writing a story that satisfied everyone.

Ultimately, it all comes down to my own inability.

But I dare not stop.

I probably know that once I stop and decide to rest for a period, the most likely outcome is that I won’t be able to get back into it…

Hmm, back then, when I was reading books, those awful authors were vivid examples.

Also, the original intention of writing this book was to approach it as a slice-of-life story, so many people might feel the pacing is slow, plus the weak updates…

Let me, a certain person in the circle, argue a bit. Last month, it seems I updated twice every day without taking any sick leave, achieving a true full attendance achievement since I started writing books?

Alright, this might be easy for other authors, but for me, it’s really difficult!!!

P.S.: Next, I’ll go a little crazy.

Why!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Speed forward, kill all over the world, kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Twisted uppercut! Dark hook! Screaming left hook! Crawling right hook! Twisting sweep the leg! Splitting roundhouse kick! This is the spider’s dark earwax eating!

Actually, aliens are purple, but Patrick and SpongeBob are going to catch jellyfish together. And Icky-Icky’s blanket seems to be red. After crushing, add minced garlic and stir-fry until fragrant, and a home-style dish that old people and children love to eat is ready.

Haha, actually, I still like the feeling of pooping. Sitting on the toilet, closing the door, and browsing my phone, I don’t have to think about new problems, hahahaha…~omgomg Mommy mommy, so collapsed, so collapsed~omg

(End of this chapter)

I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

养成反派女主后,她们追来了
Score 7.6
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2023 Native Language: Chinese
Chen An awakened the Villainess Cultivation System—with one purpose: to mold potential heroines into perfect villainesses. Each task completed brought him closer to eternal life. Across nine lifetimes, he played the part of mentor, manipulator, and martyr, guiding his chosen girls into darkness. They betrayed him. They misunderstood him. They killed him. But in every life, he fulfilled his role. Now, reborn into the real world with his memories sealed, Chen An wants nothing more than a quiet, uneventful existence. But peace never comes easily for the wicked. One by one, they return—the villainesses he once shaped. Eyes filled with love, hate, and obsession. To their pleading stares and haunted gazes, Chen An only has one answer: “Sorry. I don’t know you.”

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