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Chapter 20 - Editor's Final Warning, Random Thoughts, and Confession

Alright, where do I begin. Like I said in the "Warning" chapter, I'm a simple editor, although, I admit, my edits are a tad bit extreme turning a 1800 word chapter into 1100 words. But in my defense, half of the chapter is nonsensical figurative language that poorly aids in the reader's sense of immersion. Although I doubt my random "[TL Notes]" help either. I'll try to stop doing that.

Anyway, this 'false chapter' mainly stems from the previous chapter.

I'm editing as I read, so I'm as delighted, shocked, nervous, and intrigued as you are when I get to these chapters. I was frankly stunned when the story suddenly took a Dark R-17+ undertone. But, guiltily I must admit, I quite enjoyed it. 

That being said, I'm well aware that some might not; this is mainly for you.

I have no Idea if the story will take darker turns from here on out (since it seems we are delving into a Cthulhu-like plot.) or if the story will mellow into sunshine and rainbows.

I'm unaware if there is harem in the story, or if there is romance at all, (Charlie's fondness for Tara is simply my bad taste at play, It has nothing to do with the author, although I hope they get together, Cute busty Chick for the win)

I'm unaware of how Charlie will develop as character (Although I probably f*cked that up with my random inputs that kinda made him sound like a snarky shut-in who grew up near a mental asylum, his original personality was more of the typical narcissistic, Chinese, "I'm the sexiest man on the planet," "I care not for jade beauties" blah, blah, blah... I had to change it if i wanted to calmly continue this fic)

Now, on the topic of continuing, although I highly doubt that there is, I'm unaware if there is any NTR and if there is I'm totally dropping this (Just putting it out there)

All in all, what I'm trying to say is, If the last chap came as a shocker, then, please remove this fic from your collection.

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Hmm... What else, I've wasted an entire Chap for this rant that I'll probably regret posting, so might as well add more.

Alright Q&A

The original name of the MC is Chu Cheng, I've neither gotten rebuked or affirmation at my impulsive decision so, I need feed back, Do you guys/Girls (According to Web Novel stats, although hidden, you chicks exist... I think) approve of the change or no?

Although I'm trying to keep the ratio balanced, I can't deny that this is a Chinese Novel, Should I Keep more Chinese names or say "F*ck it?"

I cant really think of anything else to add so lets end this with a confession...

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Growing up, breakfast time was a sacred ritual in our household. My mother always prepared breakfast for my sister and me, ensuring we started our day with a warm meal and a lot of love. Cereal and milk were a staple, and she always insisted on pouring the cereal first. "That's the right way to do it," she'd say with a smile.

Tragedy struck our family when I was ten. My mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and our once joyful mornings became somber. Despite her illness, she continued to prepare breakfast, pouring cereal first as always. It was her way of maintaining normalcy and showing her love, even when she was too weak to do much else.

One morning, she couldn't get out of bed. My sister and I decided to make breakfast ourselves. I poured the cereal first, just like she taught us. We took it to her room, hoping to bring a bit of cheer to her day. She smiled weakly, tears in her eyes, and thanked us.

That night, she passed away peacefully in her sleep.

In the days that followed, I found it hard to follow our breakfast tradition. Pouring the cereal first reminded me too much of her, of the loss and the pain. One morning, in a moment of grief and absentmindedness, I poured the milk first. It felt different, and strangely comforting. It was a small act of rebellion against the overwhelming sadness.

From that day on, I continued to pour the milk first. It became a new ritual, a way to honor my mother while also allowing myself to heal. It was my silent promise to keep moving forward, to find comfort in small changes and new beginnings.

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haha, tricked ya, although that never happened, I do pour the milk first. It's the Correct way after all.