What? I, who have never left home for ten thousand years, managed to travel through time once I went out. Well, once it comes, let's make peace with it. But why am I a hunter, and I am still a bad fighter? Isn't this the rhythm of death in minutes? Okay, I'm a mental worker, so I can just be an ordinary person. Why would writing a novel cause so many troubles for me? Why Beat the Enemy Hakka Family is a fan of my novel, why Maokuroluo wants to discuss the plot of the novel with me, and why the Hunter Association wants me to explain the ancient culture in the novel to them. That's enough, don't force me to update!