Doomsday Warlord: I Build the Strongest Girl Group with Zombies

First of all, I am not the author. Secondly, I want to ask, is it really difficult to update twenty chapters a day? Why can't you do it? If it's really hard, then I'll pretend I didn't say it. As I said at the beginning, first of all, I'm not the author.

These days, Qidian eunuchs are in power, and novels of this purity are rare.

What we are asking is, can we change the harsh words such as "rough", "grinful", "evil" and so on? It feels like a second villain without a brain.

The introduction said to fall in love a lot, I thought it was the direct type, but it turned out that you actually fell in love?

Both daily necessities and production tools have a useful life and are subject to corruption and corrosion. Production equipment must be maintained or repaired regularly. When the end of the world comes and 99% of humans in the world die, it means that production will stop and technology will become obsolete. Even if you can pick up all the materials in the world, you will not be able to use them for a few years.

It feels like a novel written many years ago😥

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Is there a missing word in the last sentence of the introduction?

"A boy from this world, a cruel dark corpse king appeared in the elf world. He sat on a luxurious toilet made of gold. He often robbed the elves on the way and asked them: Do you think I look like a human being? If the answer is yes, he will sit back on the toilet with satisfaction. If If you answer no, he will become furious and send out his minions to destroy everything. The beautiful elven world is suffering from a great crisis. Please sign a contract with us and become an invincible warrior to resist the Dark Corpse Emperor! " A cute blue bird-shaped elf in the subspace shouted. "I will give you love and tolerance!" A brown and green fat little elf said, blinking his mung bean eyes. "I will give you courage and strength!" A red elf with two horns on his head said, waving his cute little sword. "I will give you happiness and patience!" A purple elf said, swinging his crab hands and tentacles. "And I will give you wisdom and magic!" The cute blue bird-shaped elf stretched out his colorful wings and said. "Who do you want to choose for the contract?" "As a child, I can't tell. I want to try them one by one!" The bald boy said eagerly. As a result, the bald boy named Walkerma von Hindenstein gained unparalleled piety and power. His love was so strong that he claimed to be the spiritual descendant of the God-Emperor and a living saint. He even made up rumors that he was a descendant of the God-Emperor's illegitimate son... His courage was so strong that he would ride into the battlefield in a chariot, shouting spells while wielding a hammer to kill any dirty scum who dared to touch his luxurious carriage with dirty hands. His happiness is so simple. Apart from whipping himself every day, you don't know what he did to the statue of the God Emperor while hiding in his room... His wisdom is so outstanding. He reads ancient scrolls and scripture files in the Imperial Library every day, and from the treasure house of forbidden knowledge, he understands a great truth: justice will defeat evil, otherwise it will be defeated by evil. "After so many years, what is your choice?" The four elves asked in the dark. "Only children make choices, and I, the greatest gentleman in the empire, the invincible pastor, the light of civilization, the holy Archbishop Walkerma, want them all!" The bald middle-aged man stretched out his big hand and shook it tightly. As a result, his body turned into a skeleton, and he was forced to put on the Bone King's armor and the crown of witchcraft. He cut off his right hand and forcibly attached it to a bone melon. His body was repeatedly pierced inside and outside by the black tentacles ejected until it was completely wrapped. Became Nagash, the Corpse King. "What a greedy guy. I've run out of ideas. Let's find the next person to seduce." The four elves named Nurgle, Khorne, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch discussed this. "Young man from this world, a brutal dark corpse emperor has appeared in the elf world..." Before the cute blue bird-shaped elf finished speaking, the bard who was stopped said: "Lovely elf, have you heard of Cathay?" "Um..." The bird-shaped elf seemed to have a strange association, and replied tremblingly: "The medieval one?" "Exactly, I have a long narrative poem of 600,000 words. Please give me some time and listen to me in detail."

Why aren't eunuch's books taken off the shelves? There are many eunuch books recommended, what is the starting point?