Hour Of Lunacy, or HOL as he was more popularly known, had a notorious reputation in the Webnovel community. Known for his incredible talent to weave intricate stories with gripping plots and unforgettable characters, he had gained a sizable following. But just as his readers would get hooked, eagerly awaiting each new chapter, HOL would inevitably drop his novel at the height of its popularity, leaving them hanging with countless unanswered questions. It was almost a game to him, a twisted game where he would build up the tension and excitement only to yank it away, leaving his fans both frustrated and desperate for more.

Today, however, HOL was planning his most audacious stunt yet.

He had released a new novel, this time with just five chapters. Naturally, many in the Webnovel community had grown wise to his ways and were hesitant to start another one of his stories, expecting the usual heartbreak that came with getting invested in his work. They had been burned too many times, and most had learned to steer clear of his novels unless they were gluttons for punishment.

But this time, HOL wasn't playing by the usual rules. This time, he made an unexpected move that had the entire community buzzing.

On his platform, HOL posted a long, heartfelt message, claiming he was finally going to finish a novel. He promised his readers that he was committed to seeing this story through to the end. He even went so far as to offer proof: he had commissioned professional artists to create detailed drawings of all the key characters, their unique weapons, and even the critical locations within the story. These weren't just rough sketches either; they were intricate, full-color illustrations that brought his world to life in vivid detail.

Surely, no one would go to that length just for a joke, right?

The artwork alone must have cost a small fortune, and the level of detail in each piece showed a deep understanding and planning of the story he was about to tell. The community was skeptical, of course—many wondered if this was just another elaborate prank from the infamous author. But the sheer amount of effort and money HOL had put into this announcement made some believe that, perhaps this time, he was serious.

Within hours of the announcement, the news spread like wildfire. Social media and forums were flooded with discussions about HOL's latest move. Some readers dared to hope that this would be the novel where he finally broke his streak of disappointment, while others were convinced it was just another ploy to toy with their emotions.

"Maybe he's finally had a change of heart," one reader commented.

"It's all a trick," another countered. "He's just setting us up for an even bigger letdown."

Despite the mixed reactions, there was an undeniable sense of curiosity in the air. Even those who had sworn never to read another HOL novel found themselves intrigued. They clicked on the link to the first chapter, their eyes scanning the words, wondering if this time, they might actually get some closure.

And so, the community held its collective breath, caught between hope and suspicion, waiting to see if Hour Of Lunacy would live up to his promise… or if he was about to pull off the cruelest joke yet.

Seeing the public reception to his latest stunt, HOL smiled—a small, satisfied grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. He leaned back in his plush leather chair and looked out the window of his penthouse. From this height, the city below seemed to stretch on forever, a sprawling mass of twinkling lights and restless energy. It should have been a breathtaking view, but to Kayn, it was as dull and lifeless as everything else in his world.

Kayn, the man behind the infamous pseudonym "Hour Of Lunacy," hadn't always been this way. He used to see the world in vibrant colors, bursting with life and possibility. But that was before the accident. 

The accident that had taken his parents from him when he was just 16. After their sudden death, Kayn was left alone and adrift. In the aftermath of the tragedy, as he sifted through his father's belongings, he stumbled upon a Bitcoin wallet that his father had forgotten about. To his shock, the wallet contained crypto worth about five million dollars. It was a fortune that would set him up for life, but it did nothing to fill the void left by his parents' absence.

At first, everyone around him, including his psychiatrist, said his world had just turned grey temporarily—that his grief was a natural reaction and that, with time, the colors would return. But they never did. Even after the mourning ended, everything remained dull and muted. Life moved on, but Kayn's world was drained of all vibrancy. With the loss of colors came the loss of excitement, the loss of joy. 

He tried to fill the emptiness with thrills. Skydiving, rock climbing, deep-sea diving—each new adventure brought a flicker of exhilaration, but only for a moment. The thrill was fleeting, disappearing almost as soon as it arrived. Nothing seemed to hold his interest or make him feel alive.

Kayn had resigned himself to a life of monotony until, one day, he stumbled upon the comments section of a Webnovel he had written years before the accident. He had all but forgotten about it, but curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to read through the responses.

Among the usual praise and discussions, one comment caught his eye. It was an angry rant from a reader, filled with frustration and outrage over the story's abrupt end. The fan's passionate tirade, cursing the author for leaving them hanging, made Kayn pause. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt a spark. Not of joy or happiness, but something else—something sharp and invigorating. 

A thought occurred to him then: what if he could recreate this feeling? What if he could craft the perfect story, build it up with suspense and excitement, and then just… stop? Leave his readers dangling off a cliff, desperate for more, but with no resolution in sight?

The first time he tried it, the response was overwhelming. The flood of comments, the outrage, the desperate pleas for more—each one was like a small shot of dopamine, a jolt that briefly cut through the dullness of his life. He found himself addicted to that feeling, the only thing that seemed to pierce the gray haze that had settled over his existence.

And so, he made it his mission. He became "Hour Of Lunacy," the author known for crafting the most compelling beginnings only to abandon them at their peak. Each time, the outrage and desperation of his readers fueled him, providing him with the closest thing to excitement he could feel. 

Now, with his latest stunt—a novel with only five chapters and a promise to finally finish a story—he was upping the ante. He had gone further than ever before, investing time and money to make his readers believe this would be the one. 

Kayn was almost giddy with anticipation. He could already imagine the torrent of reactions, the mix of hope and frustration, the betrayal when they realized they had been duped again. This time, he was sure the rush would be more intense than ever, the thrill lasting longer than any of his previous games.

Leaning back in his chair, he waited, watching the first wave of comments come in, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. This was his moment. The anticipation coursed through him, a faint echo of the excitement he once knew. 

He could hardly wait to see how it would all unfold.