Down in the waist-deep Outer Kitchen Pig-Slop & Compost Ditch at the edge of Supreme Sword Plaza, nineteen-year-old Holy Son Chu Tian froze mid-scratch against the jagged granite boulder. The final crimson alarm inside his head hit [ 0.0% CHARM HALO ].
Across a thousand cities and fifty thousand towns, one hundred million citizens stared up at the colossal 10,000-foot 8K Sky-Projector Screens with expressions of utter revulsion. Hundreds of thousands of young female disciples who had once hung Chu Tian’s portrait on their bedroom walls tore the paintings to shreds and spat on the scraps.
Around the plaza and in every major street of the Nine Continents. Merchant Boss Qian Duoduo’s ten thousand flying-sword delivery boys were tossing out 10,000,000 Free Public-Education Illustrated Flyers printed at lightning speed by the Treasure-Gathering Pavilion’s spirit-presses:.
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> Look closely at this 8K picture of Chu Tian in hot-pink heart underpants rolling in pig swill! Whenever a smooth-talking man refuses to work, uses a glamour filter, cries onion tears, and asks for your family’s spirit stones in the name of “destined love,” remember this mud ditch!
As the ten million flyers fluttered into the hands of cheering citizens across the continent, the last invisible thread of warped protagonist luck clinging to Chu Tian snapped with an audible TWANG!
