Hello, I'm Xciozen and I'm here to make a quick announcement that probably no one will care about.
As you readers probably know by now, this story has nearly nothing to do with Konosuba. Because to be fair, it was never intended (totally) to, but I had to mix it with Konosuba anyways because there is no Original Work category on fanfiction.
But just today, my team found out that AO3 (Archive Of Our Own) has that category; and well, you know what happens next.
The entire story will be revamped from the start to unreleased chapters.
You know, I definitely did have some screw loose in my head when I started writing this story in this website. So, sorry for that, I suppose?
Either way, like the story or not, I'm getting rid of this story on this website. I apologize for being a little parasite and taking space in here, but like I said, I will be getting rid of this within a week so have fun with that!
Before I delete the story (maybe a week later?) thank you anyone who has got interested in this utter bullshit of a story.
My ao3 account is XPowerpointC, the same as fanfiction's. The story will be published on there, and this time, everything will be original.
Will I write an actual Konosuba content without pulling bullshits like this? About the pulling bullshits, yeah I won't, I learnt my mistake. But about Konosuba contents, maybe, maybe not, I'm still learning how to write.
Well, that's all I have to say. Goodbye - Xciozen, out.
Replies to - the interester's review:
Ville: It's the product of the co-writer's constant frustration towards the slothful (main) author. I, soon, will appear at the doorstep to his house if he keeps this up.
Sohom: You see, Xciozen, the old main writer. Is more slothful than the incarnate of the sin itself. If you ever wonder why a chapter is delayed as hell, it's probably because he's 2 weeks beyond his deadline for writing the chapter.
Xciozen: Sohom, there was this tiny little mistake you made - I never had a deadline.
Ville and Sohom: This time, by the deadline, we mean the date that your heart rate flatlines.
Jesus, why are you guys acting like I'm doing something unspeakable? I'm merely announcing something.
Alright Petelguese, I'd like to see you try writing this unpredictable mess of a story.