This is just the pre-launch preparations being made. There's no chapter yet until the story's launch date on 25th of April, which should be less than 3 days from now.

  Launch date will have 10 chapters release on day 1, followed by a chapter release everyday onwards.

  Bonus chapters will be given for every 150 followers for the first month, to a max of 10 bonus chapters at 1500 followers.

  If 1500 followers are hit, I will release another 10 bonus chapters on top of the 10 bonus chapters already (meaning 20 bonus chapters if 1500 followers are hit.)

  Book 1 is already fully out on Patreon. Patreon will have 2 tiers. First Tier offers 20 advanced chapters ahead of Royalroad. Second Tier offers 50 advanced chapters ahead of Royalroad.

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  Ok, so no one is probably going to read this since it's going to be up for only 3 days, and since I need to hit the 150 words mark, here's a snippet from Book 2:

  The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.

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  Hei Xingyu swung.

  Blade-strewn hands sent forth rippling waves of infernal rage. Heat blasted her off in floods, turning the torpidity of cold decay into radiant flames. The virulent marshland, once soaked with moisture, has rapidly succumbed to an eerie, relentless dryness. Brown mud and greenish swamp water were desiccated to beige dust within seconds.

  Rather than a sweltering heat raked with clammy humidity, it was as if every ounce of moisture in the air was sucked into the conflagration of her blazing form.

  The Avatar's body wilted. Steam hissed off it as its clammy skin shrank in on itself, crinkling like dry sheets. Its detestable shape seemed to almost fold inwards as the ropey muscles of its tendrils shrieked and died, corroding to desiccated lumps of fused bronze and pitted brass.

  It was not just the rot that was being burned away. Somehow, the fires were transmuting its flesh into metal.

  The Plague Leech wailed in pain, but the Decaying Greyroots laughed with exuberant joy.

  “I see… I see!” It chortled madly, its voice clearer than ever before. “I should have known… Disciples dared not stray from their master’s shadows! I greet you, Patron Saint of Grafted Swords!”

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