Guyssssss… I… have… returned.
Yes, your sleep-deprived, emotionally damaged, socially drained author has somehow survived the most fearsome dungeon known to humankind: **A Family Function**.
Now, I come bearing news—both blessed and cursed. But let's get the *bad news* out of the way first, shall we? Brace yourselves.
So, picture this: I, a humble writer fueled by caffeine and imagination, was forcefully dragged into the world of Real-Life Social Interaction. No mana. No teleportation scrolls. No skip button. Just me… trapped in the middle of smiling relatives asking questions like, "So beta, what do you *do* all day?" and "Still writing those *fantasy novels*?" Meanwhile, I'm standing there trying not to scream, "YES AUNTY, I WRITE ABOUT MONSTERS, MAGIC, AND SYSTEM PROMPTS—LEAVE ME BE."
I had only *three hours of sleep* across two days. THREE. My body is broken. My back? Snapped like a dry twig. My legs? Noodles. My soul? Has left the chat. I was running on pure anxiety and one plate of rice that I ate while standing near a kid who kept asking if I was a wizard.
And the work—oh lord, THE WORK. They had me lifting things, carrying trays, pretending to smile, and worst of all… engaging in *small talk*. I had to fake laugh *seventeen* times. I may never recover. I think I unlocked a new trauma subclass: **Socially Forced Support Mage**.
BUT—when the chaos died down, when the music faded and the relatives finally stopped trying to set me up with their neighbor's cousin's dog's owner—I had a moment of clarity. A moment of peace.
And in that moment… *an idea was born.*
I'm talking about a plot twist so powerful, so beyond the comprehension of mortals, that even I was like—"Damn. This might actually change the trajectory of the entire story." I thought about it while pouring tea, dodging flying flip-flops, and internally chanting "just two more hours." I swear I achieved temporary nirvana while peeling potatoes. The story progression I've planned? It's going to take everything to the next level. Absolute god-tier stuff.
But worry not—it'll be implemented *later*. We won't skip ahead. Everything will continue smoothly and naturally… until BAM—future you will remember this very moment and go, "He warned us, and we didn't listen."
And finally, the icing on the cake: **If my body doesn't collapse and the universe stops conspiring against me**, I'll try my best to upload **2 chapters by tonight**. Yes, TWO. That's double the dopamine, double the drama, and double the danger (for me, mostly).
So, thank you for your patience, my wonderful, slightly chaotic reader family. I've returned from the abyss. I'm still twitching. Still alive. And fully ready to unleash the madness that lives inside my brain.
Now, let's get back to business—because goblins won't kill themselves, systems won't unlock on their own, and Arthur's journey is just getting started.
Stay tuned. Stay hyped. And whatever you do… never trust a relative who says, *"It'll only take five minutes."*