Hello, and welcome to this graveyard of logic and paradise of snark.
Here, you'll find:
A hero who was saving the world one second, then turns evil the next because he can't find his slippers.
The ultimate divine weapon foreshadowed for thirty chapters, whose real purpose is to open a... takeout container.
And a villain who cultivated for ten thousand years and has maxed out his aura, only to die at the hands of the protagonist's size 42 sneaker.
Don't ask me why. The author's keyboard has a mind of its own.
Don't try to look for a main plot, because there isn't even a straight line here.
This isn't a novel. It's a terror attack on your brain.
Warning: Before reading, abandon all logic and get your snark ready. Every "what the hell" you utter is an indispensable brick in the making of this masterpiece.
Pick up your keyboard and let's go!
It looks strange, feels strange, a bit weird, looking forward to the synopsis