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Buy Feathery Hotel Coupon.The purchase price is 12.8 million each.
I'm the lucky player who got two tentacles on Halloween.I need a large amount of FHC,If you happen to have some FHC and are willing to help me.Welcome to sell it to me.I will see the message and complete the transaction between 0:00 and 16:00 TCT.Many thanks to the people willing to help me, I wish you a happy life.
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🔥 BUYING EVERYTHING – ANY JUNK, ANY QUANTITY 🔥
No item is too small or too useless.
I’m paying $200 per item – every single piece you want to sell.
✅ ANY type of junk
✅ ANY quantity (1 or 1000+)
✅ No restrictions, no questions asked
💰 $200 each – straight trade, no delays.
How to trade:
Trade
I was just playing the game normally; I didn't do anything wrong. Being able to get two M'aol Tentacles is my luck. I don't think the administrators can confiscate my loot without compensation. That is disrespectful to a player who plays the game normally.
What’s up, Torn City!
Just wanted to let you know: I’ve unlocked Lightweight, Middleweight, Heavyweight gyms and finally George Gym in only 163 days since joining.
I’m pretty sure this is the fastest time anyone in Torn City history has achieved full gym membership.
I love this city and I’m here to stay.
Everyone of torn, I will be posting a long serialized novel here.
Everyone can watch up to the tenth chapter for free.
If anyone is still interested in the continuation of the story.
Please send me Xanax.And note 'Read Chapter'
Every 5 Xanax can be exchanged for one chapter of reading.
After I see the events, I will send you a separate email.
Each person can exchange up to 2 chapters per day.
I hope everyone will enjoy my novel.
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🔥 BUYING EVERYTHING – ANY JUNK, ANY QUANTITY 🔥
No item is too small or too useless.
I’m paying $200 per item – every single piece you want to sell.
✅ ANY type of junk
✅ ANY quantity (1 or 1000+)
✅ No restrictions, no questions asked
💰 $200 each – straight trade, no delays.
How to trade:
Trade
Sign me up
good trader
yes music store
200m str 120m spd 90m dex
What’s up, Torn City!
Just wanted to let you know: I’ve unlocked Lightweight, Middleweight, Heavyweight gyms and finally George Gym in only 163 days since joining.
I’m pretty sure this is the fastest time anyone in Torn City history has achieved full gym membership.
I love this city and I’m here to stay.
good boy
[image: image2url.com]Today is the first New Year's Eve that my wife and I are spending together.We had a little baby this year.This New Year's Eve dinner was made by our whole family together.Names: Good Luck Always, Abundance Every Year, Moonlight Over the Lotus Pond, All-Encompassing, May All Your Wishes Come True, Everlasting.
Quick and easy transaction thank you
Gave a good price
Hey, SHAT executives, I know your gang's cats really like to deceive us new members of SMTH by canceling trades and mug them. Although this is also one of the gameplay, it always makes people uncomfortable. I want to get your money to buy some FHC for me to use, after all, the tentacle gave me 300 energy limit.Finally, I wish you happiness in real life
[image: image2url.com]Wishing Duke always a smiling face, and give me the grand prize
Chapter 2
"What's your name?"
"Torn."
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"Seventeen?"
The interviewer raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy in front of the desk. The thin young man with a heavy violin case on his back quickly put on an obsequious smile.
He was wearing a somewhat worn tuxedo, his face pale as if he hadn't seen the sun in ages, and his hair was slightly messy. But his pitch-black pupils were as bright as if lit by a candle, startlingly so.
"Goth style? Rare these days. A lot of people are into this stuff now..." The man conducting the interview muttered inexplicably, sizing Torn up before his tone turned serious. "Look, young Torn, you need to understand—our club takes an elite approach. Not just anyone can join."
"Elite, right! I get it!"
Torn straightened his small frame, nodded vigorously, and oozed obsequiousness. "Duke briefed me before I came. You have strict standards, but don't worry—I'm very experienced!"
With that, he forced a grin that bordered on sycophancy.
Strict standards aside, the pay was amazing!
The economy was in a terrible slump these days, and countless people in Xinhai had lost their jobs recently. For a poor student like him, finding a part-time job playing the violin was incredibly hard. Torn was already on the verge of financial collapse, so when his agent Duke told him he'd found a high-paying gig, he'd been over the moon.
If he let this opportunity slip through his fingers, it would be a disaster!
Duke had told him this was an exclusive members-only club for the wealthy. Even the waiters here could earn thousands of US dollars in tips. If he could play the violin here, how could he not make good money?
Seemingly surprised by Torn's unexpected earnestness, the interviewer paused for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Alright, your application says you play the cello. Play something—don't disappoint me."
"You can count on me!"
Full of confidence, Torn sat down, opened his case, lifted the cello into position, and picked up the bow. After a brief moment of thought, the cello's unique deep melody flowed forth from the strings.
He might have been nervous about other things, but when it came to the cello, he never backed down. He'd won countless awards since he was a kid. If he could have afforded a famous teacher, he'd probably be performing in international competitions by now.
This piece—Haydn's C Major Cello Concerto, which he'd practiced countless times—was flawless enough to impress professional judges.
Once he started playing, his mind calmed instantly, and he performed even better than usual. The profound melancholy woven between the vivid notes was almost tangible.
But after just a few minutes, the interviewer waved his hand impatiently. "Alright, that's enough."
"Huh?"
Torn looked up in shock, wondering what he'd done wrong. He quickly rummaged through his backpack. "I have professional certificates! ABRSM Grade 8! If that's not enough, I'm taking the professional elementary exam next month..."
"Cut the crap with all that fancy stuff,"
the interviewer shook his head irritably. "We don't care about qualifications here. Playing the violin passably is just a gimmick—what matters is your real skills..." He leaned down, pulled a few items from the drawer, lined them up on the desk, and pointed. "Which of these can you use?"
"What?"
Torn stared blankly at the objects, completely confused. "These... are musical instruments?"
"Wait, do you even know what this job entails? You said you're experienced!"
The interviewer frowned and gestured at the items. "Pleasure Balls for Rich Ladies, Pleasure Whips for Rich Ladies... Which one can you handle?"
"..." Torn fell silent for a long moment, glanced at the cello in his arms, and asked with a last glimmer of hope: "Pleasure... Cello?"
Boss, can I get a cheat code here?
"So you can't do anything?"
The interviewer flew into a rage, pointing a finger at Torn. "Do you have any idea how busy I am? Coming here to be a gigolo when you're useless? I turned down several other interviewees for you—this is a waste of my time!"
"...I thought this was a restaurant hiring musicians?"
It was only then, dumbfounded, that Torn realized: he'd been tricked by that idiot agent again... Wait, why did he say "again"?
"Wait a minute!"
He raised his hand solemnly. "Sir, I perform for money, not sell my body!"
Bang!
The office door slammed shut behind him.
Kicked out, Torn sat on a chair in the hallway, terrified. He felt like he'd been one step away from losing his innocence. But when he checked his bank balance, he couldn't help but feel tempted to take that step...
He'd been performing for money for years—what's the harm in selling his body?
After all, once the lights were off, it was all the same. In the end, it's just...
As long as they paid well, it might not be unacceptable.
But as he stroked his chin and thought, his mind wandered back to those "Pleasure Series for Rich Ladies," and he shuddered violently.
At that moment, Torn had a profound realization: happiness in this world is balanced.
Forget it, just forget it...
Fighting back tears, he resisted the temptation of money and walked out of the club, glancing back repeatedly. Staring at the golden-coated stone lions at the entrance, he couldn't help but want to turn around and go back.
"Wait!"
Someone called out to him from behind. It was a man in a tuxedo—handsome but cold, his gaze sharp and critical. "Hey, you! Stop right there!"
"Me?"
Torn felt flustered and leaned back slightly under the man's intense stare.
"You're the new guy today? Leaving without greeting the boss of the club—do you have any sense of decorum?"
The man walked past him, stood on the steps, and looked down at him condescendingly. He nodded. "You have a decent face, but you'd better behave. When it comes to looks, you're no match for me."
With that, he raised his hand and flamboyantly brushed back his long hair, which had a few bleached golden strands. Torn felt a wave of disgust and snapped back angrily. "Sorry, boss—I'm not a gigolo!"
"Oh, they call it male host now, but it's the same thing."
The "boss" nodded in understanding, waved his hand generously, and said: "No matter. Since you called me boss, I'll look out for you from now on."
He pulled a bottle from his handbag, stuffed it into Torn's arms, and patted his shoulder earnestly. "Being a gigolo requires professionalism. Go home and get rid of the oil on your face—your skincare routine is terrible, what a waste of that pretty face... Use it sparingly, it's high-end European stuff."
Without waiting for Torn to "thank him," he tilted his chin and walked away.
"..." Torn stood frozen at the entrance, staring down at the cosmetics in his hand. He wasn't sure if he should throw it on the ground and shout something like "Fortune favors the bold—don't underestimate a poor young man!"
After a long while, he looked at the exquisite little bottle, grimaced as if his teeth ached, and stuffed it into his chest.
Oh well, since I already have it... It looks expensive, too bad to throw away...
It's unopened. I'll ask Duke to sell it later.
Poverty humbles me.
Why am I still so poor even though I have a cheat code?
He pulled a notebook out of his backpack, flipped through it repeatedly, sighed deeply, and put it back in his pocket.
Thinking of Duke, he gritted his teeth in anger, took out his phone, and dialed his number. "Duke, are you out of your mind? Why did you send me to interview for a gigolo job! Are you that desperate for the agency fee?"
"Hey, I didn't ask clearly! They wanted someone young, experienced, good-looking, and talented... Brother, I was thinking about how poor you are—I was doing this for your own good! Don't be mad. How about I treat you to dinner the day after tomorrow? To celebrate your sister-in-law being discharged from the hospital recently. Remember to bring some chives..."
"Would you eat a fart?"
Torn hung up the phone angrily. That bastard did it on purpose—he was counting on the agency fee he'd get if Torn accidentally fell into the trap.
But when he thought about Duke's situation, he couldn't stay mad.
The old man was desperate to make money to pay for his wife's cancer treatment—he'd do anything for cash. That's why he even took on trivial part-time jobs like Torn's, just for a few dozen US dollars in commission...
Besides, other than taking his full agency fee, Duke was actually quite honest. He never made up excuses to cheat Torn out of more money.
They were both in the same boat, after all.
Forget it, forget it...
Torn sighed as he heard thunder rumbling in the distance.
Dark clouds drifted across the gloomy sky. Under the dim sunlight, clusters of coral growing among the clouds were faintly visible, along with the shadow of swimming fish...
The slightly blue ocean rippled gently, casting a shimmering light over the earth.
It was going to rain.
It was said that seventy or eighty years ago, these coral clouds were rare. Back then, they were still in the sea, not floating around the world in the sky.
Many scientists claimed it was due to the discovery of rare elements or air pollution, but few people believed them.
At first, everyone panicked, thinking the apocalypse was coming. But after decades of waiting, classic apocalyptic creatures like zombies never appeared.
Over time, people got used to it.
It was just one more thing floating in the sky—so what if it rained a bit more? Planes could just change routes and keep flying.
Money still needed to be earned, debts repaid, and life went on as usual.
After a few days of chaos, everything returned to normal.
It seemed no different from before.
Thunder rumbled on.
Torn didn't have an umbrella, so he didn't dare waste time. He turned around and ran home as fast as he could. But in the middle of his dash, he heard a loud explosion in the distance.
This thunder was unusually clear—even the ground trembled.
He looked up in the direction of the sound and saw smoke and flames rising from the distant dock, as if something had exploded.
Pedestrians on the street looked at each other in confusion. Some excitedly took out their phones to take videos, while others hurried over, eager to join the commotion.
Ordinarily, Torn might have gone to check it out out of curiosity. But now, he felt like he was being crushed by the double burden of life and the gigolo job offer. Who had time for excitement...
He sighed, turned left into an alley, and quickened his pace.
Crash!
At the end of the alley, a bottle was kicked against the wall, shattering into pieces. A leather boot stepped on the shards, crushing them further.
Someone stumbled out of a nearby corner, as if drunk, and didn't slow down. They brushed past Torn and slammed into the wall with a thud.
Torn froze.
What kind of tough guy was this?
To his surprise, the "tough guy" stumbled back from the impact, saw Torn, and suddenly pounced on him.
Torn couldn't dodge in time. The man grabbed his wrist, then stuffed a heavy box into his arms.
"What the hell?"
He stood there dumbfounded, instinctively trying to pull his hand away. But he felt something wet and sticky—crimson liquid seeped out from the man's sleeve.
It was blood.
Only then did the thick, overwhelming smell of blood hit him.
Torn was suddenly overcome with dizziness and a sharp headache. He bent over and retched involuntarily, spitting up saliva.
When he looked up, he finally saw the man's ferocious face and contorted features.
The man stared at Torn in shock, as if trying to say something, but instead spat out a mouthful of blood.
Even in such a bizarre scene, Torn couldn't help but notice—among the pool of blood on the ground...
There was a small goldfish?
It wasn't even that big—just the kind people kept as pets in fish tanks. It looked plump and surprisingly cute.
"Dude, your taste is wild! Can you even eat that? And it's raw!"
Torn stared in disbelief. "Did you get food poisoning or something?"
But in the next moment, he watched as the goldfish floundering in the pool of blood quickly shriveled up, eventually turning into a pile of ash-like powder that dissolved into the blood.
As the goldfish died, the man seemed to lose all his strength. He collapsed to the ground and stopped breathing.
Only the thick crimson stain continued to seep out from under his windbreaker.
In the silence, only Torn remained in the alley.
And the box clutched in his hands...
The box was slightly larger than a regular Rubik's cube, heavy in his hands. When he shook it, it sounded like it was filled with liquid.
It felt cold to the touch, with the unique texture of iron and copper. Its surface was carved with intricate patterns Torn had never seen before, but they were covered in the man's sticky blood, making them indistinguishable. Yet somehow, the box exuded an incredible, magical allure.
Torn swallowed hard.
He felt thirsty.
Just holding it in his hands made him want to open it—as if something inside was calling to him, tempting him beyond reason, making him desperate to possess it, to claim it as his own...
He took a deep breath.
What choice did he have in this situation?
Without hesitation, Torn pulled out his phone.
"Hello? Police station?"
Chapter 1: Prologue - The Last Supper
The Year 2020 AD
Mount Everest
A tearing roar echoed from afar.Huge ice sheets slid down the pitch-black mountain peaks and crashed into the turbulent sea.
The violent icy sea surged, towering like waves that stretched all the way to the end of the world. Then, wind blew from that "end," carrying the smell of ash and dust.
The world suddenly felt extremely cramped.
The towering sky seemed to press down, hardening into pure white iron. Through the massive cracks on it, one could catch glimpses of stars in the universe gradually dimming and going out.
Like lamps fading into darkness one by one after a power outage.
There seemed to be nothing left between the vast heaven and earth. The only remnants were this narrow platform—the highest in the world—and a temporarily built work cabin.
A fishing rod was propped up at the edge of the platform, its line cast into the sea. A float bobbed up and down in the murky water.
A bored angler, wearing a felt hat, lay on his folding chair.
As if to kill time, he even brought an old chessboard. Ignoring the constant rumble of collapses in the distance, he idly moved the pieces on it.
It seemed the chess set had gone through endless years—both black and white pieces were far from complete, "sparsely populated." The only remaining "king" and "bishop" were also 残缺不全 (broken and chipped), covered in cracks from years of erosion.
Even the chessboard was missing a large corner; its black and white squares were twisted and mixed together, forming a vast expanse of chaotic gray.
Surprisingly, no matter how violently the earth shook, those chess pieces stood firmly on their "territory," not trembling even slightly.
"Chairman, NASA just sent a message—" An assistant with thick glasses walked out of the cabin, carrying the last piece of luggage. "—The fourth settlement is complete. The New York Stock Exchange has finished uploading. They’re evacuating and wish us smooth work."
"They should’ve gotten out long ago."
The Chairman shook his head in annoyance. "Those people from the Administration are such a hassle. Always dragging their feet—even moving out is inefficient."
"They have to back up the data.After ‘Paradise’ fell, data transfer can only rely on hard drives now."
"Don’t be naive, kid."
The Chairman sneered. "Those guys just love the feeling of rushing at the last minute, as if it makes them look professional and punctual. Tsk—leaving ten minutes earlier wouldn’t kill them."
"Haha..."
The assistant laughed awkwardly and said no more. When he leaned over, he spotted a computer left beside the chessboard.
On the screen, besides two search pages titled "How to Fish in the Himalayas," there was only a real-time satellite cloud image.
It was from an old NASA satellite. Even now, it stubbornly stuck to its mission, transmitting images viewed from space with meticulous precision.
Unfortunately, what appeared on the screen was no longer the beautiful stars of the past, but a world full of holes.
Countless messy cyclones covered the entire blue sky. And beneath those thick or thin typhoon clouds, what was revealed was one shocking "burn mark" after another.
At the same time, a huge crack slowly appeared on the satellite image. A streak of scarlet spread across a scale of thousands of kilometers, quickly expanding and stretching the withered continents and black-gray oceans around it. In the end, it stirred up hurricanes and tore another gap in the atmosphere.
"That’s an earthquake, right?"
The assistant exclaimed in astonishment, leaning closer. "Incredible... I didn’t expect it to be so spectacular."
The Chairman looked up briefly, then nodded in understanding. "It’s a geothermal eruption.After the Earth’s core started cooling, the third wave of tremors is being released from the tectonic plates of North and South America. If left unchecked, it’ll probably end in about sixty years...Look—New York is sinking into the sea."
"What a pity. I never got to see the Statue of Liberty."
"I’ve been there."
The Chairman looked away. "It’s not that interesting, actually..." Suddenly, a roar came from afar. It seemed something in the depths of the ocean lit up; scarlet rolled in the darkness, reflecting the painful, scorching light from beneath the Earth’s crust.
Scorching wind blew from the end of the sea, carrying gray dust and white mist, as if covering the entire world.
It was as if the oceans of the world had been boiled.
"It’s just like teppanyaki," the Chairman suddenly said.
"Hmm?"
"Teppanyaki. Didn’t I take you to eat it last time?It tasted really good."
The Chairman seemed sleepy. He lay back in his chair, covering his face with his hat as if ready to take a nap. His voice softened, like murmurs in a dream. "Once, a friend from Japan told me that teppanyaki has two styles: Kanto and Kansai. What people usually eat is the Kanto style—it’s convenient and simple. But the real delicacy is the Kansai style.Because they only brush a thin layer of oil on the iron plate at the beginning. As long as the temperature is high enough, the ingredients’ own fat cooks themselves. They say that’s the only way to taste the natural freshness and original flavor of the ingredients..."
The assistant fell silent for a moment. "That sounds cruel."
"It is. But aren’t humans themselves such cruel creatures?"
The Chairman asked in reply. "If eating is the only way to survive, then we’ll eat. That’s the simplest truth—a kind of evil rooted in human nature.First, we devoured thunder and fire, burned wildlands, and mined coal. Then we extracted oil. When oil ran short, we coveted nuclear fission...And now, even as this world is dying, we won’t let go.Ever since our ancestors added Neanderthals to their menu, it’s been unstoppable."
The assistant turned to look at the man in the recliner. But the hat obscured his face, making it impossible to tell if his eyes held compassion, or the sarcasm and mockery the assistant was used to seeing.
In the long silence, the sky grew darker. The originally pure white sky gradually turned gloomy. Finally, the illusory light behind the clouds slowly shrank and dissipated...
"Is the sun going out too?"
"Yes. The power of the Source Pillar is starting to converge."
"The storm is picking up again."
"Yeah."
"Will it stop this time?"
"Who knows?"
The Chairman slowly stood up and put his hat back on. "No matter how things change, this is no longer a land where humans can survive...Haven’t you seen it?Besides all these scars, it has nothing left."
He paused, murmuring softly. "This is our last supper."
The last cigarette was lit.
The flame flickered, and a wisp of smoke curled upward.
On the computer screen, all the signals representing satellites gradually went out. In their place, strange emblems appeared one after another, moving across the dark screen like gods walking above their abyss—cold and imposing beyond words.
Utopia, online.Preservation Institute, online.Administration, online.Stone Cauldron Society, Bronze Hand, Cemetery of the Lost...
Through the black screen and their own emblems, it was as if countless gazes were fixed on this last piece of land, waiting for the final moment to arrive.
All the guests had taken their seats, waiting for the final curtain to rise.
Staring at the incomplete chessboard.
The assistant swallowed nervously, staring intently at the pocket watch in his hand. The moment the hour and minute hands overlapped, he looked up as if shocked by an electric current and reported: "The Divine Marrow Pillar is preheated and ready."
"Wait a minute!"
The Chairman suddenly frowned, as if listening carefully.
Not only the assistant—the emblems on the screen also seemed to grow solemn, as if facing a great enemy.
Then, the man suddenly reached out and pulled the fishing rod. From the sea, he actually hauled up something.
It looked furry, like a cat, but had a fish-like tail—strange beyond description.
"Ah, after waiting two hours, there’s finally a catch.Who said Baidu Encyclopedia isn’t reliable?"
The Chairman’s face lit up with a smile as he examined his "catch." "What a coincidence, little guy!But you don’t look like a fish at all. Are you edible?"
Everyone fell silent, saying nothing.
No one wanted to pay him any attention.
Hauled up by the fishing rod, the little creature opened its mouth unhappily and yowled twice. It stretched out its two small front paws, trying to scratch his face, but he casually stuffed it into a fish basket.
Back in the water, it calmed down. It rolled over and lay still, too lazy to move.
"Alright."
The Chairman handed the fishing rod and bucket to the assistant, then picked up his chair. "Let’s get ready to go."
He reached out and picked up the white rook from the chessboard.
As he did so, it was as if the last light had gone out.
The sun hanging beyond the sky disappeared.
Everything in the world was plunged into darkness.
Once the light was gone, the sound of wind also vanished. Except for them, everything came to an abrupt stop—as if time had frozen.
First to leave was the universe. A slender, graceful hand appeared out of nowhere and picked up the black queen—Utopia had withdrawn the star core foundation. Thus, the primordial darkness faded, and countless stars vanished, leaving only meaningless emptiness.
Next to withdraw was the remaining ocean. The Preservation Institute moved away the proof of existence, and the black bishop disappeared without a trace.
Whether it was the towering tsunamis or the boiling scarlet seas, all the living water in the world rapidly receded and collapsed. In the end, only a pitch-black seabed remained.
Then, the white bishop vanished like an illusion. The Administration turned off the brilliant light, so everything fell silent. The rumbling Earth’s crust went quiet, and the lava gushing from the cracks quickly solidified, losing all its heat...
Now—Asia, Europe, Africa, South America, North America; the barren lands, the violent oceans, the icy or scorching hurricanes, or even the sky above...
Everything was being destroyed in an orderly manner.
Only the low, mournful cry of the world’s collapse remained.
Like the strings of a lyre snapping one by one, leaving only empty echoes in the end.
Amid this massive, lonely destruction, the old Gaia·Earth Ⅷ met its end.
When the last cigarette was smoked, only the final outline of this tattered world remained, along with the last unclosed door beside the Chairman.
"The fourteenth abandoned Eden and Promised Land..." The Chairman stared quietly at the empty chessboard in front of him. He took out a bouquet of pure white flowers from his arms—dew still lingered on the petals, though their origin was unknown.
Like tears, the dew dripped into the cracks of the chessboard.
"Thank you for sheltering and enduring us for over three hundred years. You’ve worked hard."
He took off his hat and bid farewell gently—to all of this. "Until we meet again... in some other hell."
Finally, the door closed.
In eternal darkness and silence, the meaningless space shrank inward, pulling the struggling light spectrum into a futile blueshift. Along with the collapse of the four fundamental forces, the chessboard and the flowers vanished into nothingness.
Earth Ⅷ annihilation completed.
The International Astronomical Society’s fourteenth World Annihilation Plan was thus accomplished.
In the final moment, a faint light emerged from the chessboard. Amid the flower’s "tears," it outlined the pure white silhouette of a queen—like a shooting star, flying into the distance.
The old world died once again, just as it had countless times before.
Then, a new world arrived.
Everything operated as usual.
This is the only remaining record from ninety years ago—the last trace of the glorious era.
Since then, there has never been such prosperity again.
Everyone of torn, I will be posting a long serialized novel here.
Everyone can watch up to the tenth chapter for free.
If anyone is still interested in the continuation of the story.
Please send me Xanax.And note 'Read Chapter'
Every 5 Xanax can be exchanged for one chapter of reading.
After I see the events, I will send you a separate email.
Each person can exchange up to 2 chapters per day.
I hope everyone will enjoy my novel.
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