Webnovel Author: Tonukurio - Novel Collection

I just gotta say. Sharp hair pins - if they're bladed and the blade is sharp and hasn't been covered - you lose hair and then the sharp hair pins falls out. Don't try it if you don't want a bad hair cut. If the blade is blunt and uncovered, it takes ages to cut anything with it but it does make an effective stabbing tool with sufficient force. Most hair pins will have no blade, which means it can't be used as a cutting tool, but might possibly be used as a prying or stabbing tool. Even then, most hair pins I've ever tried to do anything with, unless they were solid metal, tended to bend, break or crack easily. Most unhelpful. If you've ever used a sharp ended hair pin, pray that you don't stab yourself with it or scrape your scalp with it while you're putting up your own hair, someone else it putting up your hair for you, or you/someone is putting it into your hair do as decoration. It really hurts and if you aren't careful, you can easily get a wound infection, which stinks and hurts and may cause you to lose a small section of your hair that had to be shaved in order for the wound to be dealt with properly. And then anybody who comes near you can smell the infected wound and wrinkle their nose at you, thinking you're a dirty person who never showers or washes their hair, et cetera, so on and so forth. Sharp hair pins also have the troublesome problem of causing split ends when you're trying to stick them into you hair, because if they're sharp, they break your hair and ruin it. And sometimes when you've finally managed to get them in your hair and everything is fine, something happens which caused either you or another person to inexplicably be injured by that sharp tool in your hair. Such as you almost trip, somebody reaches out to steady you but they miss, instead getting either stabbed or scratched by the hairpins. Or a friend spots you and comes over to greet you by putting their arm around your shoulder or something and somehow they get stabbed and or scratched by said offending sharp ended hair pin. Or someone tells you to look up at just the right wrong angle and you stab yourself with that annoying sharp ended hairpin. There are some true stories in there. In short, hair pins are best made sturdy (but the sturdy ones also tend to be heavy, so look out for that) and blunt. It's safest for everyone, especially the wearer of the hair pin.

I think there are possibly a lot of 'miscorrected' worts that the auto correct stuffed up. It happens more to me when I'm typing too quickly while in the writing zone or I'm typing on my mobile. The mistakes don't look like purposeful ones caused by a misunderstanding of language.

Nice. I knew Cassie was so much more than she was letting on. 👍

The most obvious problem is the switch in perspective from first person to third person and then in the next chapter it looks like first person again. The other problems are the random switching of tenses between past and present (it's not quite consistent), the weird capitalizations vs non-capitalisation and occasional wrong word. But the main thing is that it is still readable. The story isn't bad so far, but changing of perspectives is really a big turn off.

This is the second time I've seen it, but shouldn't it be Mother Lu, rather than Lu's mum?

Ah. The battle cry that could cause 'prettification'

I wonder whether the group almost pass this loop of the Nightmare but then have to start from the start all over again when they were just about to make it. Just to make all the readers hold our heads and scream. And if Sunny loses his memory again or not. Or maybe, they really do pass the Nightmare on this go because we've already been in this Nightmare long enough and learn enough clues to satisfy the Sunny without him becoming Defiled. We probably need to learn more about Ariel, the god of oblivion, Weaver and how they did/didn't save themselves from war and mutual death (gods Vs daemons) because they had all become corrupted. Which means, what happened to the bodies of the gods and daemon's and how big were they if an Unholy Titan was the size of Ariel's Tomb pyramid. Wait, the pyramid in the Dreamworld had already been blasted open by something, so technically, those Dark Butterflies have a chance of emerging from the real tomb if those big families really disturb the tomb... that's a scary thought. Or maybe the cohort could bring us to the information source of the Defilement, so that all the readers become Defiled, but Sunny and Co continue onwards in ignorance by restarting the loop. Then while they remain free to return to the Dreamworld again with sufficient power to deal with the Skin Walker and search for a Gate to escape the Desert. Maybe they return to Antarctica to dominate a small section of it or find a way to escape. Or maybe they escape to a different part of the main world via a different Gate. Perhaps by the time they finish the Nightmare, the main world has been eaten up by the Dreamworld and amalgamated with it. And we skip toward the climax building section of the main plot. Perhaps, the Cohort learn how to transcend by themselves in this Nightmare and when they do defeat the Nightmare, they are not Saints, but the level above and already a powerful force directly able to deal with those powerful families. And then when they return to the main world, they become disaster bringers, because wherever they go, Gates open up and they have to live in the Dreamworld. And then Rain becomes a Sleeper and aces the first Nightmare, making Sunny proud. Perhaps the answer to preventing the main world from merging with the Dreamworld is on the moon, and many answers as to which god/daemon built the main world becomes apparent. Perhaps the Pyramid is their training ground for the moon. Or not. What if the Dreamworld, like the Pyramid, is one giant loop? What if the main world was stuck in a loop, awaiting the right person/people to wake up to the loop, emerge and save all the worlds from complete and utter destruction. What if one person ends up sacrificing himself in order to destroy the source of the Defilement and Corruption? What if... If all the 6-7 worlds are doomed for destruction, what happened to the original worlds where the gods came from? What if the gods were also the champions and last survivors of another world out in the Void and our cohort are about to be doomed to repeat their story, with their Flaws becoming tangible and appearing from the Void to become their Daemons? Because once you become strong enough to become a god, there must be a corresponding flaw. Then what if the Cohort have to find out how to deal with and enter the Void in order to find the original creator of this whole mess and end up finding... the Author. And then interrogate him on how to rebuild a peaceful world without Nightmares, corrupted creatures, and then they become the safeguarding guardians of a world without Corruption or Defilement, protecting the normal people from the Author who must be a Defiled creature if he is the Source. If Weaver's inheritance and bloodline can absorb all the other inheritance and bloodlines, what happens if Sunny ends up fighting and obtaining all the drops of ichor and various inheritances which are eaten by Weaver's inheritance? What if Weaver was/is Sunny's past/future self? Nah.

I feel like the story has a lot of jumps in the plot and logic. It ruins any of the immersion.

Moon rabbit and Chang'e

Reminds a bit of the Tales of Brer Rabbit by Enid Blyton mixed with Eastern Fantasy. How amusing.

This story reminds me of My Master Disconnected Yet Again, and My Disciple Died Once Again. It's similar but not. And still amusing.

Why is it that I have still to meet a stable and mature thirty-something year old man? It feels like boys never grow into men. Mature men seem to only be in storybooks.

The beef noodles turned into braised pork noodles two chapters later...

Most researchers may not care about fame (as in celebrity fame), but they do care about having their name out there. What they care for is a fame of a different kind and woe beside those who dare to disrespect their input or contribution in the research. Modern day researchers like to have their name well known within their area of research. In reality, the researchers who don't care about getting their name out there or any fame at all, and are only intent upon their research... these are becoming a rare breed these days. Nowadays, if you can't play the game of academic politics, you get shuffled out of the research circles real quick. If you can't stay in the circle and don't get your name out there, you get no funding, sponsorship or grants to continue the research. And then your career as a researcher will have met a dead end. Thus the true researcher has become a rare species of being unless they have a team who can fight and navigate the murky deep currents and intrigues of the academic political world, or have someone in power behind them, or have someone with lots of money funding them. Research is now all about advertising, finding some way, any way to get published, and get your name noticed and known within the area of research. That way, people might (might) invite you to speak at conferences or at professional development sessions or seminars where you might (might) get paid, thereby advertising your research so that hopefully (with fingers crossed), some person with lots of money might notice you, recognise the potential of your research and offer you more funding. And with whatever funding you have, it'll get blown on having to pay someone to help with your statistics, buy equipment, or to help with the grunt work of research (with the hopes that nothing will go wrong because there won't be enough funding to repeat experiments - unless you're a good researcher who knows how to haggle, bargain and be thrifty all round), while you survive on next to nothing, praying that you'll have enough funds to last until the end of the research trials/experiments and pay the few thousand dollars it costs to apply to have your research published... In short, unless you are good at political intrigue, are good at managing/talking to people and navigating the murky world of people's greedy hearts under the guise of objectified goodwill, do not go be a researcher in this day and age. To be a researcher, one must be prepared to be bullied, downtrodden and targeted for being good at what you do. If you survive that, you'd better pray your supervisors get along with you, don't get pregnant, decide to leave or get jealous of you, and your reviewers aren't enemies of your supervisors and... Ah... The memories... I'll stop ranting here... Sorry... Couldn't help myself.

They could use buckets of water to flush the toilet. Or to fill the toilet tank with water to flush the toilet. Simple. The water might not be drinkable but it's good enough for flushing toilets.

Author, you're doing a great job. You said you were writing this to vent your frustration I applaud! Frustration channeled into my stories turns into dark messes. Yours has somehow remained relatively light and cheerful. Thank you for your hard work despite real life troubles. I'm cheering for you!

After unlocking chapters, the translation quality directly dropped. Guess they don't want people to really read this story.

Progress