1 ChadLord
[ChadLord: Your book is shit! Block me? I will create another account! Block me again? I will create ten other accounts!]
I continued typing, my breath ragged with frustration.
This author, the bane of my literary existence, managed to squander both my money and time on his damn novel. I invested heavily in the initial allure of the story, "Herald of Hope." The title itself, catchy as it may be, turned out to be a deceptive ploy. It's a classic move by these subpar authors—they lure in innocent readers with unique names, only to obliterate any semblance of a coherent narrative later on.
Once you're hooked, there's no escape. Addiction takes hold and devours you whole. My hard-earned resources were poured into this book, which started off promising but spiraled into chaos thanks to this literary malefactor.
[Herald of Hope], more like [Harbinger of Despair].
I've reached a point of resignation; I gave up any hope of the author redeeming himself long ago. Why? Because he had the audacity to kill off the best female lead character and let the antagonist thrive. What was wrong with this guy?
I wasn't alone in my protest. Numerous fellow readers voiced their complaints, but the insufferable Maestro (yes, that's actually his name, LOL) had the nerve to justify it as being "for the sake of the plot." Curse that tired excuse—authors wield it like a weapon to mess with us in more profound ways down the line.
Lesson learned: Never trust an author who pulls the "for the sake of the plot" card. It's a red flag, a harbinger of narrative calamity. Perhaps I should consider trying my hand at writing a novel someday. Anything to avoid falling victim to another Maestro-esque debacle.
In any case, this novel has ballooned to over 200 chapters, and my optimism for any redemption has long been extinguished. It's a cautionary tale—stick to simple-named novels with "villain" or "extra" in the title. Trust me on this; it's a safer bet.
Man, I gave it my all, you know?
Even after they killed off the 'best waifu'—yeah, that happened. I dropped a good chunk of change on this novel, so quitting wasn't in the cards.
What kept me hanging on was this Maestro (lmao) dude . He was all up in the community, asking us every week what we thought about the latest chapters, seeking advice like he was our BFF. So, I'm throwing in my two cents, dropping comments on every chapter like it's a conversation, and what do I get? Ignored. Apparently, my brilliant suggestions were a threat to the plot. Go figure.
Reached a point where I was fed up, but still trudging through the story, cursing out Maestro in every damn chapter. Dude starts ignoring me, but guess what?
I'm ChadLord, ain't no stopping me.
I'm on a mission to get answers, and I won't rest until Maestro spills the beans on the crazy plot twists.
Now, let me tell you about the latest head-scratcher. Our main man, grieving for his girlfriend for nearly hundred of chapters, suddenly switches gears and hooks up with his rival. Yep, a dude. I'm sitting there like, "What the heck, Maestro?" Couldn't hold back, made a bunch of accounts to bug the author for an explanation. I need to know, man.
Oh, and here's the kicker. I'm browsing reviews, and I see this gem from [MisterRainbow: "Don't hear the haters, author, I love your work! Please continue! Look forward!"]
Look forward, my ass!
MisterRainbow, we all know what you're into, no need to spell it out.
Not dissing the community, but seriously, imagine going from a sweet girl to a burly dude. Talk about a wild ride. I just want some damn coherence in the story, is that too much to ask?
Someone actually bothered to respond to my friendly message for the author? Well, well, who could that be, I wonder?
Just kidding. I know exactly who it is.
[Readox: Don't you have any life? Don't read it and drop it if you don't like it. Nobody is forcing you to read it. Just leave him alone and get a life.]
Readox, the ever-vigilant editor, was basically Maestro's (what a terrible name, by the way) shield. Always popping up out of nowhere whenever criticism rolled in to shut down my fellow critics. Like the day I lost my dear friend, rest in peace, FuckMaestro. He was a stand-up dude, always helping me against Readox and the other 'asstist,' but eventually had to bail, unable to stomach the craziness of this novel.
I couldn't help but curl my lips in restrained anger as I fired back.
[ChadLord: Thanks for worrying about my well-being, Readox, but I'm also worried about yours. From your profile photo, I assume you're a father? Is your child and wife aware that you're editing a novel with some wild scenes between these male protagonists? I mean, there are some crazy encounters happening there! Hope not, or it's divorce and disownment for sure! Lmao.]
Unsurprisingly, Readox didn't have a comeback. Served him right! Think about your family before you edit this kind of stuff!
[Pearly: This is my last warning. I will otherwise file a complaint for harassment.]
And here comes the last one from the crazy trio. Pearly, the official artist or "asstist" as I love to call her.
[ChadLord: This is also my last warning before I file my complaint for visual attempt to murder. Stop drawing like crap and get another job! You destroyed all my fantasies about Sylvia with your crazy illustrations!]
[Pearly: Insult me, but don't insult my days of hard work!]
[ChadLord: Can I insult both?]
She didn't respond anymore either.
Screw it!
I slammed my laptop shut, standing up with bags under my eyes. They're really going to be the death of me.
I swung open the fridge door, grabbed a cold bottle of fresh juice, and took a long sip, attempting to wash away the frustration. Time to cool off.
"It's not that bad," I mumbled to myself. Reminding myself that I've already graduated from high school and I'm knee-deep in university.
A photo frame from my family appeared in my vision.
"Get yourself together son!"
"Listen father, for once, dear. You don't have to leave…"
"Shitty big bro."
"Tsk." I clicked my tongue. There's a whole life ahead of me, and I'll be damned if I let my annoying sister and parents define my worth.
-Diiing!
A notification buzzed on my phone. I glanced down with a smirk.
"Thinking of the devil?" I muttered.
Ah, my dear little sister—the epitome of beauty, popularity, and the golden child in the eyes of our parents. I swear, they must have showered her with all the handsome and beautiful genes, leaving me with the scraps.
But, trouble always finds its way to her, and when it does, guess who she turns to? Yep, yours truly.
Like that one time when she cried to me about being slapped and nearly coerced into a relationship by some dude. Initially, I entertained the thought of paying the guy off and maybe throwing in a compliment or two. However, I couldn't let anyone else lay a hand on my annoying sister, so I ended up rearranging the guy's jaw. And just for good measure, made him grovel at her feet. Well, in my ideal scenario, he'd be groveling beneath me, standing tall next to my sister.
Why? Because the guy was blond and handsome!
Curse those blonde dudes.
Why? Because I got flat-out rejected by my high school crush for a blond idiot!
Lesson learned: Never trust women named Jessica. All of them are whores!
Anyway, a new message popped up.
"[Hey! Big bro! I need urgently 50$. Pretty please!]"
Accompanied by a photo of her, hands clasped, and a playful wink.
"[Hell no.]" I shot back, not falling for her theatrics.
I couldn't fool myself into thinking that this was the end of it. My shameless sister had a knack for showing up at my doorstep, armed with photos of my previous outbursts, ready to extort whatever she needed. It was just a matter of time.
And can you believe she has the audacity to call me arrogant and condescending? Please, I'm just a man of pride, that's all!
Clicking my tongue, I threw my phone on my bed.
As I placed the juice back in the fridge, a peculiar glow caught my eye—emanating from my closed laptop.
"What the heck?" I muttered, wondering if I'd finally lost it after ingesting too much of that bullshit of a novel.
Slowly, I approached the laptop, and as my fingers touched it...
"What...?!!" I barely had time to exclaim as a sudden burst of light engulfed my room from the window.
