The author's imagination has gone off the charts, so this story is the product of a wild idea.
It's mainly about a terrible artist. As for whether it's science fiction, Western fantasy, or xuanhuan, even the author doesn't know.
Artist: All I hope for in this life is to meet someone with a normal (art) style.
The crowd with their bizarre art styles: We're not normal?
Artist: Stay away from me, my eyes are going blind...
P.S. This story updates daily on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Sunday, but not on holidays. It will only update daily, weekly, monthly, or yearly. There will absolutely never be two, three, four, or five updates in a day. Updates are incredibly slow because I'm also revising another story at the same time. The story next door is only revised on holidays, never on workdays. [Actually, I never get a break... flops over...
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