Alibuda Chronicles Volume 11: Chapter 8 The Elf Knight

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Scaling walls and leaping through the air are not my forte, especially considering the horrific injuries I suffered last time I sneaked into Zhizhi's boudoir. It's a real challenge, not to mention this manor is now surrounded by soldiers, making entry impossible.

However, since I'm here, I've prepared. If this were a foreign land, I'd be helpless, forced to summon some lewd beasts and force my way in. But this is Alibuda. Before coming, I checked the soldiers' affiliations, memorized a few names, changed into the same uniform, and with my silver tongue, I managed to slip in unnoticed.

(That slut Leng Er is really abusing her power! She actually deployed three hundred men to guard this place. Is she afraid the Black Dragon will assassinate her? Or does she think Solancia will organize a commando team to attack?)

I cursed inwardly. It did take me some effort to infiltrate this place, but I finally managed to sneak in and head towards the kiln where Zhizhi was. At this moment, I couldn't help but sigh. If I had some kind of teleportation artifact, things would be much more convenient now, at least I wouldn't have to hide so much.

Although this idea was absurd and bizarre, isn't fulfilling people's strange and wonderful dreams exactly the job of a tracker? Thinking about it that way, maybe I really am quite suited for this line of work.

From the conversation of a few female soldiers passing by, I heard that Zhizhi had finished her work and was preparing to take a short rest, instructing the maids not to disturb her. This was, of course, great news for me, making it easier for me to infiltrate and approach the workshop, which had been marked as a restricted area.

Even without strict orders, no one would dare to approach. A skilled craftsman's workshop is no less dangerous than a mage's laboratory. If you recklessly trespass, it wouldn't be surprising if a ferocious beast suddenly appeared and bit off half your body.

People always learn from their mistakes, and I'm no exception. Last time I sneaked into Zhizhi's boudoir, I suffered a setback, so I had already asked her for a magic talisman. When I arrived, her items would resonate, letting her know and preventing her from ambushing me again.

Sure enough, when I arrived at the door without incident, without even knocking, I heard a "Ah!" and Zhizhi came out to open it.

"Husband, is that really you?"

"Of course! Who else would be so idle as to disguise themselves and come looking for you?" I said hastily, my heart pounding.

Seemingly having just emerged from the sweltering forging workshop, Zhizhi was dressed quite lightly, wearing only a light blue, strapless, midriff-baring tank top, carelessly exposing her fair skin and slender figure; her hot pants, barely reaching her thighs, revealed a pair of delicate, smooth legs, rounded like jade pillars, their lines and colors indescribably beautiful and sensual.

As I followed Zhizhi inside, she jogged a few steps, her breasts bouncing adorably in her tank top; and when she crouched slightly to pick something up, the unconscious twisting of her waist revealed her shapely buttocks taut within her shorts, their beautiful curves repeatedly igniting a burning male desire.

"My lord, I'm so happy! When the Second Princess asked me to move here, I was worried I wouldn't see you for a while. How did you find your way here?"

Having just left the sweltering heat, her skin was still glistening with sweat, her hair damp and draped over her shoulders. Her smooth, fragrant shoulders were exposed above her chest, and through the neckline of her vest, her rounded breasts were clearly visible, creating an alluring cleavage. Beneath her hot pants, a pair of slender, fair legs peeked out, their shape beautiful.

My heart stirred. I moved closer, my left hand reaching behind her to embrace her slender waist, pulling her into my arms with a soft gasp.

"My lord, no! I've been waiting so long to see you, and you don't say a word, you just… um…"

Ignoring what Zhizhi was saying, I let her rest her head on my shoulder, my hands roaming over her soft, fragrant body. Listening to her heavy breathing and inhaling her faint, feminine scent, I felt utterly delighted.

"It's because it's so rare to see you. The security here is so tight; I don't know how much effort it took to sneak in..."

I whispered in Zhizhi's ear, my left hand moving down, caressing her snowy buttocks. Through the thin silk fabric of her pants, I could clearly feel the elasticity of her youthful flesh, and the clear imprint of her panties.

"So, if I don't take this opportunity to have sex with you now, who knows when I'll be able to again."

After a round of caressing through her pants, I simply slipped my hand inside her panties, my fingers exploring the cleft between her jade-like buttocks. Affected by my actions, Zhizhi began to gently wiggle her buttocks, lightly biting her lower lip with her teeth, her eyes closed, her delicate brows furrowed.

Several times I tried to reach my hand around to the front, but Zhizhi pushed it away each time. For some reason, she seemed resistant to making love to me here. I didn't have time to think about it, I just patiently kissed her, teasing her sensitive areas to slowly lower her defenses, until I suddenly touched her in the front.

"Ah..."

My fingers touched the soft pubic hair, feeling that she didn't have much pubic hair, and the opening of her flower was tightly closed. I inserted my index finger, probing down the opening to the valley of her flower.

The girl's flower was tender and slippery, and began to secrete a little sticky nectar. My finger was covered with the thick nectar, and I gently moved it in her wet and tender flower for a while, then moved up to the nectar at the entrance of her flower, gently massaging it.

"Ah! Husband, don't touch there!"

As if electrocuted, Zhizhi let out a muffled moan, her snowy buttocks swaying slightly. Of course, I didn't take her words seriously, and began to tease her nectar with varying degrees of pressure.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Are you telling me to go and have fun?"

I said, taking the opportunity to reach out and grasp Zhizhi's small hand, wrapping my arms around her smooth, soft waist. My other hand slipped inside her open vest, pressing against the girl's soft, elastic, and high breasts.

"I didn't say that... Ah, husband, I..." Zhizhi's pretty face flushed, her eyes moist, looking watery and hazy, very alluring.

I smiled with satisfaction, untied her vest, and gently loosened the drawstring of her bodice. After Zhizhi's two pieces of clothing fell to the ground, I grasped her two snow-white breasts, my fingertips gently pinching the tiny buds at the tips.

Her breasts, exposed after I pulled open her vest and removed her bodice, were completely naked. Her snow-white, translucent skin and jade-like breasts were incredibly beautiful. Although not large, the firm, almost fully enclosed breasts were a wonderful sensation to hold in one hand.

"Zhizhi, your breasts are getting cuter and cuter."

"Ah… I hate it, I don't want to be praised for being cute…"

"Don't want to be praised for being cute? Well, there's nothing I can do about it. You're a half-human, half-elf hybrid. Elf figures don't seem to be very good; I've never heard of an elf with huge breasts." "

I… I'm so unwilling, because you, my husband, prefer bigger ones."

Zhizhi trembled slightly as she playfully complained. Her two delicate nipples, invaded, immediately became engorged and erect. I freely kneaded her exquisite, curvaceous body, igniting a burning desire wherever I touched, causing her to writhe in my arms.

Her two pink nipples swayed at the highest peak of her snow-white curves, like two tender red cherries. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking on the entire areola, drawing it deeper into my mouth. Zhizhi's delicate body trembled as I sucked, her slender waist arching upwards.

Immersed in the pleasure of the girl's full and exquisite body, I pressed my hands against her round buttocks so that our lower bodies could be tightly intertwined.

"I can't hide it from you, I do like big ones, but I've never disliked small ones."

"Mmm..."

Zhizhi let out a shy moan, proactively thrusting her chest towards me, her pink skin rubbing smoothly against my cheek, it felt so tempting.

After a moment, her nipples were covered in my saliva, Zhizhi's eyes were lightly closed, her lips slightly parted, already intoxicated by my caresses, until I took off my clothes and pulled her small hand to touch my penis, she seemed to only then come to her senses.

Her loving gaze was dreamy as she looked at my erect penis, Zhizhi's small hand gently stroking it, her palm soft, her skin smooth, itchy and tingling to the touch, it felt extremely comfortable.

"Hey, can you suck it for me?"

"Husband, you're so naughty, how can you let me say no?"

Her slender body twisted a few times, and Zhizhi squatted down, her small hand grasping my erect, hot penis. She gently flicked it with the tip of her tongue, probably to taste it first, then opened her cherry lips and took the entire penis into her small mouth.

I let out a long, comfortable breath, watching the youthful and lovely elf girl, kneeling beneath me, constantly swallowing and releasing my penis, swaying her orange hair, her long elf ears fluttering—the scene was absolutely erotic and stimulating.

Having previous experience, although I hadn't had much time, Zhizhi's oral sex skills were still quite good. She sucked on my penis tightly, sliding it up and down, the sucking sensation sometimes tight, sometimes loose, especially when her incredibly nimble fingers intertwined and kneaded every part of my penis, that electric feeling, like a divine gift, was even more pleasurable than actually entering a woman's ecstatic private parts.

"Oh...oh...so good..."

I felt my flesh pressing against Zhizhi's small mouth, growing increasingly sensitive and swollen. I couldn't help but thrust back and forth, using her cherry-like mouth as a flower garden. Her

small mouth was tightly stuffed, and Zhizhi's delicate nose emitted seductive moans. Although the feeling of not being able to breathe was uncomfortable, she endured it, her small mouth working even harder and faster.

To relieve the pressure on Zhizhi, I couldn't help but thrust my body forward, and streams of hot, spicy fluid gushed out, all of it shooting into Zhizhi's small mouth.

"Ugh...mmm..."

Suddenly, there was a strange taste in her mouth. Zhizhi glanced at me with delight, continuing to suck with her moist little mouth, swallowing all the white semen that had shot into her mouth.

I watched with satisfaction as the elven girl lay beneath me, swallowing my essence, a trace of milky white liquid slowly overflowing from the corner of her lips. This lewd scene filled me with a wicked pleasure.

To reciprocate, I offered to lick her genitals as a gesture of return. Zhizhi was a little embarrassed, but she agreed and obediently lay down on the bed.

I gently pulled down her hot pants, then her white cotton panties. Seeing the girl's private parts, I was naturally excited and immediately stuck out my tongue to greedily lick them, savoring the girl's body and taste.

Zhizhi seemed unable to withstand this stimulation, moaning incessantly, her two smooth pink legs trembling slightly. She quickly became aroused and unable to control herself.

Strike while the iron was hot, I spotted a small table nearby, picked up Zhizhi, and swept all the clutter off the table, placing her face down on it.

"Ouch..." I used a little too much force, and Zhizhi winced in pain, turning her head back and saying, "Husband, can you show some respect? You're always so rough with me. I feel like a prostitute... a vase."

There seemed to be something hidden in her laughter, but I didn't care, only staring at the beautiful scene before me.

Her round, firm buttocks were raised high, her fair skin incredibly sexy and alluring. I played with Zhizhi's round, snow-white buttocks with both hands, and chuckled softly, "What's so special about it? You were originally a pretty vase to be used as a stand, and now your husband is going to use you." As I spoke, I slapped her elastic, snowy buttocks.

"Ah..." Zhizhi let out a soft cry, gritted her teeth, turned her head back, and said reproachfully, "Bad husband, not at all..."

Seeing the increasing liquid in her flower garden, I knew the time was almost right. Without thinking too much, I positioned myself, grasped my erect penis, and aimed it at the flower garden between her buttocks, thrusting it in. While pumping, I chuckled, "Bad husband is here to use you as a stand, is Miss Zhizhi's vase ready?"

Zhizhi gave a soft hum, without speaking, but her round buttocks welcomed my thrusts, pushing back powerfully.

I began thrusting, each time almost withdrawing before penetrating fully, vigorously rubbing the tender flesh on both sides of her flower bud. The advantage of this was that both partners could enjoy maximum pleasure.

Zhizhi twisted her hips and waist to accommodate my penetration. Sure enough, after only a dozen or so thrusts, Zhizhi couldn't help but cry out, shaking her head and gripping the table tightly with both hands.

I ignored her moans, lifting her slender, white legs and thrusting hard into her wet, slippery flower valley, changing positions every thirty to fifty thrusts.

The pleasure in her tender flesh intensified, and more and more nectar flowed from Zhizhi's flower bud. I gently propped myself up and began to thrust. At first, she nervously pulled on my arm, telling me to slow down. After a while, she let go, moaning with hazy eyes. She began to twist her body, her mouth opening, constantly uttering "Oh...oh...oh..." moans.

My speed increased, my force intensified, and I pounded into her with a series of "slap slap slap" sounds. She gently furrowed her delicate eyebrows, her small mouth slightly open, and she too became excited, trembling beneath me and emitting sweet, lewd moans.

"Zhizhi, is your husband satisfying you? Are you enjoying it?"

"Don't, don't ask that now... Ah! Husband, love Zhizhi a little more, a little more..."

Encouraged by the girl's sweet moans, I lifted her pair of pink, jade-like legs and dragged her to the edge of the table. Half of her beautiful, snow-white buttocks dangled in the air, the small slit between her two fleshy buttocks protruding in front of my penis, her pink, plump lips tightly clamped together.

"So good... so good... Ah... Ah... I'm flying... Ah...!"

I pressed my penis against her flower path and thrust in, pumping in and out. Each time, my thighs touched her two plump buttocks, and the pleasure in her flower garden intensified as her legs clamped together.

Zhizhi's snow-white breasts swayed wildly as I pounded into her, her delicate body bouncing up and down with each thrust, her highly sensitive flower receiving increasingly intense stimulation; her round, firm buttocks, accentuated by her slender waist, appeared even more plump, her buttocks undulating with each thrust, her pink anus peeking out from between her buttocks.

Tides surged, and the elfin girl cried out and moaned under my wanton ravaging…

“I want it!…I can’t take it anymore!…I want it!…Ah!~~~!”

I noticed Zhizhi's intoxicated expression and limp body, knowing she was on the verge of climax, and hurriedly thrust in and out more than ten times.

“Ah!~~~”

After a rapid, intense storm of pleasure, Zhizhi let out a long, mournful cry, her whole body trembling. On her fair, bare back, faint patterns appeared, then her honeyed passage spasmed, her flower chamber suddenly contracting violently, a stream of fluid gushing from its depths.

At the tip of my hot, throbbing penis, I suddenly felt a surge of intense vaginal fluid, an sensation of unparalleled pleasure. Satisfied, I relaxed my body and ejaculated a thick, scalding stream of life essence into the woman's body beneath me.

Both being women I've had intimate relationships with, Zhizhi's "manners" weren't as good as Axue's. Axue, who spent the longest time with me and accepted my bossy training, would always force herself to stay awake and clean herself up after we made love, no matter how tired she was. Whenever she obediently licked her fragrant tongue, I would think of a female cat in heat, and the sight of her swaying fox tail and her white, tender buttocks raised high was my favorite sexy view.

Zhizhi was less satisfactory in this respect. Because she hadn't been properly trained, after our intercourse, she would get up to wipe her sweat and change clothes after a short rest, which was a real pity.

"Wait a minute, don't put on your shirt yet."

As Zhizhi was about to put on her vest, I stopped her and stroked her delicate bare back as if examining a beautiful work of art.

Her skin was as white and tender as freshly brewed milk. Because of this whiteness, the dragon spider tattoo covering most of her bare back, with its menacing black and red markings, appeared strangely eerie and evil. With the slightest tremor of her skin, it seemed lifelike, as if this terrifying creature was about to come to life.

However, this grotesque and ugly dragon spider tattoo, appearing on the girl's snow-white back, contrasting with her exquisite, graceful curves and revealing her sexy, round buttocks, created an indescribable beauty, more vibrant than any sculpture or painting. Every time I saw it, I couldn't help but reach out and gently touch it in admiration.

This eerie spider pattern wasn't a real tattoo, but rather a soul beast I had planted using Zhizhi as a mother in my cultivation of the "Hellish God of Lust." According to the book of erotic magic, the tattoo would appear whenever the Hellish God of Lust was used, or when the mother's blood and energy reached a certain state. During my intercourse with Zhizhi, it appeared on average once every three times. Whether this meant my technique wasn't good enough, resulting in her orgasm not being intense enough, remained to be seen.

Zhizhi knew my habit of admiring the tattoo on her bare back, so she remained silent until the tattoo's color faded. Then, she asked very softly,

"Husband, what you just said, is it true?"

"What?"

"You just said... I'm just a pretty face..."

I couldn't see her expression, but from her trembling voice, I knew Zhizhi cared deeply about this question. The image of her asking this question during our lovemaking flashed before my eyes again, and in an instant, I understood her intention. A strong feeling of disgust suddenly welled up inside me.

Why do women always like to ask these kinds of questions? Are the smarter women more likely to ask such repulsive questions? Why couldn't Zhizhi be as docile as Xue, obediently uttering a coquettish "I want to be a pretty vase that Master likes"?

A strong sense of disgust welled up inside me, and my smile vanished. I coldly replied, "Otherwise... what do you think you are?"

These words were indeed quite impactful. The moment Zhizhi suddenly turned around, the expression on her pale face, the tears welling in her eyes—I think I would never forget that for a long time.

In fact, I hadn't seen such a heartbroken expression in many years, because... just as no one would treat a public toilet as their private property, no foolish woman would entrust her heart to a notorious lecher and let herself be hurt for him.

So, I instantly snapped out of my daze and immediately did what needed to be done and said what needed to be said.

"But whatever your answer is, in my heart, you are the most beautiful, most talented, and noblest elven princess. To be with you is the most beautiful dream of my life."

"Husband! You big bad guy!"

To make amends, I softened my voice, and the effect was remarkable. Zhizhi, tears of joy glistening in her eyes, burst into laughter and threw herself into my arms.

"You...you scared me to death! I really thought..."

"Hahaha, it was just a joke. A little joke can lighten the mood. Aren't you laughing now? Hahaha~~"

It really is funny, isn't it? Compared to Nalivia, you seem much dumber now. But life has gotten a little better, how come you've forgotten all your wariness of people? It seems that excessive comfort really does corrupt one's will. Just because you're born a whore's daughter, what beautiful dreams are you having? The more beautiful the dream, the greater the pain of waking up.

The same thing seems to be happening to me too. I often feel that there's a side to my personality that reason can't control. Spending so much time with Yueying has dulled my sharp edges, and this side is now bursting forth like a wild horse. Luckily, Zhizhi made me aware of this, otherwise it would have been truly dangerous.

Slower…slower…now is not the time to let this side surface. Zhizhi still has great value; stabilizing her emotions is more important than cherishing her. Saying things she wants to hear to coax her, preventing her from discovering things she shouldn't, is the best course of action right now.

"By the way, there's something I…"

Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but just as I was about to speak, a warning suddenly struck me—a feeling that occasionally surfaces when I'm about to be ambushed or chased. Why do I have this feeling here? I was puzzled, but no matter the situation, the first thing to do was…

“Get down!”

I lunged forward, grabbing Zhizhi’s naked body and slamming her to the ground. Just as we both fell, several round objects were thrown in through the broken door, followed by a burst of dazzling light and then billowing smoke.

The bright light was some kind of light magic, creating a dazzling, vision-obscuring effect, while the smoke was a sleeping potion. From the fact that the enemy used these two things, it was clear that their intention was to capture their target; in other words, they were after Zhizhi. My enemies only wanted to tear me to pieces, not capture me.

“Hurry up, put your clothes on. Don’t let other men see what they shouldn’t see,”

I urged in a low voice, making Zhizhi hurriedly change her clothes. At the same time, I pulled two thin pieces of cloth from my pocket and made her cover her mouth and nose.

"There are plenty of people who want to ambush me. What's a mere sleeping potion? These two things can neutralize 75% of the sleeping potions on the market. I can't say how long it will last, but it will definitely last for half a quarter of an hour."

Seemingly exhausted by the thick smoke and bright light, Zhizhi's movements were a little slower, but fortunately she was still able to keep up. She quickly dressed herself and had just buttoned up her chest when she heard the sound of light footsteps.

The footsteps were light, indicating that the person was skilled in martial arts. However, if they were a professional killer or assassin, their throat would have been severed by the blade before they even heard the footsteps. Therefore, my judgment was that although the enemy was skilled, they had little experience in the underworld. In addition, they were here for Zhizhi. The most likely answer was...

(Solancia?)

The moment this answer came to mind, I knew that my guess was almost correct. After my ambush was successful, I took advantage of the thick smoke to suddenly thrust out two swords, causing the two masked thugs who thought they could easily capture their target to fall to their knees with injuries. After removing their masks, their well-defined faces and long, pointed elven ears further confirmed my guess.

"Ah! Despicable..."

"Hmph, are you praising me? Using sleeping powder is the gentlemanly method of elves?"

The elves' anger was not hard to imagine, but before they could retaliate while injured, Zhizhi, who had regained some consciousness, quietly struck the two rude intruders on the back of the head with two palms from behind. The force of the palms knocked them unconscious on the spot.

"Well done."

A beautiful reaction, and her palm strike was quite impressive. Zhizhi seemed pleased with my praise, nodding happily as I went inside. I gave her delicate cheeks a couple of quick pats, then put on the guard's helmet to cover my face, grabbed Zhizhi's hand, and rushed outside.

The situation outside was truly chaotic. As soon as we stepped outside, we immediately understood why those two elves had been able to infiltrate so easily. If Zhizhi's protective measures had been in place, even if they couldn't stop people, they would at least have served as a warning. However, because of my arrival, Zhizhi had turned off the protective measures, resulting in the enemy's assault team reaching the manor gate without them noticing.

Running to higher ground, we could see several groups of people rushing back and forth at the manor gate, feigning attacks but causing little real damage. Those fools guarding the gate hadn't realized their true intentions, simply surrounding the manor with their forces, unaware that the enemy might have sent assassins in.

Judging from the riding posture and spear-wielding techniques of those masked riders, despite their lack of armor, they were clearly well-trained elite cavalry. If they were allowed to attack unrestrained, the defenses at the manor gate would be nothing more than a blank sheet of paper before a spear, utterly ineffective.

"Luckily, the Solancia elves are used to being arrogant and overconfident. They're fine in cavalry battles, but they're not good at underhanded tactics..."

If it were the underground mage Ishtar, or the Black Dragon Society's ninja army, we would have been captured and unconscious without a trace, leaving no chance for escape.

"This dragging on is disadvantageous for us. The elves will eventually discover that the assassins have failed. If more skilled individuals arrive, who can stop them?"

I asked Zhizhi where there was a warning device, urging her to quickly send out a loud bang or magical alarm that could be heard throughout Sara City to summon reinforcements. If I were to unseal Zhizhi's power, I might have a fighting chance, but I was unwilling to take the risk of putting her in danger of fighting.

Zhizhi obeyed and left. As soon as she disappeared from my sight, I suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. Before I could draw Hyakkimaru from my sleeve, I raised the sword at my waist and parried with the sheath still on. I felt a powerful force surge towards me, and my hand throbbed with pain, bleeding. The entire sword, sheath and all, was shattered by the impact.

"Good skill, calm and collected, and you even managed to block one of my shots. Considering your skill, I'll just knock you out this time."

The voice I heard was a woman's, with a distinctive accent, reminiscent of Solancia. I didn't have time to think. I ducked to avoid the attack that was meant to knock me out, but my helmet was thrown off by the shock.

I turned around in a flash and came face to face with the elven girl who had attacked me from behind. Like her companions, she veiled her face with a cloth, revealing only her bright eyes and long ears, a hallmark of her elven blood. Despite the obscured face, her body, tightly wrapped in a silver outfit, resembled a wild female leopard, exuding a warrior's aura. If she weren't not on horseback, anyone would immediately recognize her as a female knight.

"John Farrell?"

Among elves, it was rare to see a woman with such a knightly air. I harbored no ill will towards any beautiful young woman, but she clearly didn't share that sentiment. Upon seeing my face, the elven girl paused slightly, then unleashed a chillingly murderous aura.

"You scoundrel, go to hell! Today I will avenge the blood feud of my clan!"

Author's Note:

Regarding the sex scenes in this story, please understand: it's art!

Whether it's too intense or not subtle enough, it's art! Just as a master artist can paint nudes, this is simply an art novel with sex scenes! At least, I believe some delinquent middle-aged man would say the same thing.

Someone once asked me if I turned to writing "art books" because it was difficult to make a living as a regular author. I want to firmly deny that; absolutely not. Everyone has different values, and I don't consider writing "art books" shameful. Therefore, I certainly wouldn't reluctantly use it as a means of livelihood. On the contrary, since high school, I've enjoyed creating "artistic" works, and now that I can finally publish this hobby, I'm personally very happy, even if the royalties are lower.

However, hobbies are always something some people like and some don't, and I understand that. So I won't force readers to accept this, but rather hope that readers can make their own choices. I'm a commercial author; besides interest, I also write books to make money. However, I don't want customers to feel cheated, so I want them to know exactly what they're buying.

To put it simply, two of my favorite works, *The Continent of Wind and Moon* and *So Beautiful the Land*, had very moving erotic descriptions in their early stages. However, these descriptions became less and less frequent as the story progressed, which was truly regrettable. Therefore, I absolutely cannot let *Alibuda* follow the same path.

The market is diverse, and so are its customers. If most works cater to the dreams of teenagers, then are the dreams of adults simply ignored? I believe there should also be works that cater to this market, which is why I've positioned *Alibuda* as: a dream novel for adults!

This statement also contains another meaning: the dreams I want to nurture are those of adults, not those of minors.

When I reflect on my own psychology, I find myself to be a rather rebellious person, disliking crowded places.

So, when the market is full of martial arts works, I choose to create fantasy; when others' works feature heroes, I write a male protagonist with a corrupt heart; when the whole world is shouting for human rights and women's rights, I can't help but write a work that neither respects human rights nor women's rights.

Similarly, when I looked around and saw countless works where protagonists achieved instant success and beautiful women fell head over heels in love with them like idiots, my rebellious streak resurfaced. Even though I knew this might go against market trends, I couldn't resist writing in that direction. Readers who are unhappy with Alibuda may have already noticed this.

For readers, there's no such thing as a good or bad work, only whether it suits them or not. I don't think any particular work is bad; I simply want to be different. Therefore, those who choose to continue reading this story should be prepared: I'm a commercial author who caters to readers' expectations, so there will definitely be a sweet ending that will make everyone feel elated. However, on the way to the ending, your emotions might be like riding a rollercoaster, tossed up and down in the author's palm.

If you feel extremely distressed by questions like "Why is the protagonist so pathetic?", "Is Yueying an adulteress?", or "Why are Xielian and Cui'e having affairs with other men?", then I strongly advise against continuing to read. The author enjoys dark storylines, and Alibuda is an artistic work written for adults; I can't guarantee it will protect your youthful ideals.

A year or two earlier, I would have been truly heartbroken by the departure of readers, but I've come to terms with it now. What they wanted was a children's fairy tale that suited their tastes, not my work. I hope to find people who genuinely love my work and continue reading, so that readers are happy and I can earn money with a clear conscience.

Regarding the story, readers drawn in by the first two volumes might not know one thing. The protagonist, John Farrell, is actually based on Shinji Ikari from "Neon Genesis Evangelion"—a delicate, sensitive, timid boy with a strong sense of self-defense, someone who would push away the obstacle before he himself could be hurt.

I wanted to use such a character, and his interactions with those around him, to explore some interesting aspects of human nature. Based on this concept, Alibuda is by no means a rosy story. So, readers who feel cheated can consider leaving when the new series begins.

The so-called fatal flaw refers to a weakness that is difficult to change even if one is aware of it. Every author has their own fatal flaw. I know a bestselling author whose fatal flaw lies in his overly detailed writing style; my fatal flaw lies in my pacing. Many times, even if I want to be fast, I can't manage it. Therefore, it's difficult for me to write a work that can be completed within ten episodes.

I hope to keep the length of "The Alibuda Chronicles" under twenty episodes, but I can't guarantee that. After all, it's just a reference number before I actually start writing. So, as the old saying goes, it's up to you to decide. If you're willing to enjoy this story, please stay; if you can't stand the author, you can give up now... or recommend the book to a rental bookstore.

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