My comprehension is the best in the world.

I can’t write anymore.

Either warnings or requests to change the text, blocked again and again, many plots that were originally planned could not be written, and the only thing that could be written was the cultivation account, so what else is there to write about.

I originally thought that there would be no pitfalls in science fiction in the future, but now I have fallen into it and realized that there are pitfalls as long as it touches the city. The Abyss Cult is considered an external force, but it cannot kill people. What's the point? There is nothing left to write about.

From now on, I won’t touch the city at all.

I suffocated.

In the next book, I will go to the ancient dynasty to kill everyone. I will carry a watermelon knife and cut from the South Gate to the North Gate.

(End of this chapter)