An old analog television whirrs to life with a spotting noise of black and white.
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[ You should be here by the time you finish Chapter 1: Towards Twelve Thousands and a Hundred Words of Departures. ]
[ Defying the order may cause problems with all things temporals. Your temporal lobe might be damaged, your temporal senses might be dulled, your perceived temporal powers might be erased due to the sheer scale involved. ]
[ Don't mess with the Passage. ]
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The television spurred into a cascade of light, detonated into a form of a humanoid, void in color, standing in the display itself.
Then, the television's screen fractured into a thousand pieces.
"Not again!" The voice came from behind, as if this world was not focused merely on the screen.
Indeed, it came from me.
"Greetings, spectators from the implicit world. I am Nereno, and what is perceived is what is pursued." A figure imitating the form of Forth stood, all in his full glory.
Ahem.
"I can't speak quite fluently, I am quite out of touch." The voice sounds quite like the warmest of your proudest summer. That exact moment of crescendo.
But welcome to a piece of me, and the perspectives in this book!
"As you probably sensed. The cassettes, no."
The CASSETTES.
"The CASSETTES. Can. be. quite. unnerving."
"How was Forth doing? I can hear you a thousand times over if you just decide to pray to me with your buttons, let me hear what you think about our dear Foremost."
Quite egotistical, too in his head.
He should be more sensible.
"Oops. I should not direct your thoughts."
Why is he named after a milk brand?
"But the Earth as we know it is larger than you thought possible."
"Sometimes the Earth can act like a shell for those taking advantages or is on the losing side of the logistics that governs this scallop of a world."
"You might not understand what I am murmuring about, but do understand this much."
"Expect the unexpected." The old rose bangs and opulent autumn eyes covered your sights, pursing her lips.
"Hmm... Also expect at least 3,000 words per actual chapter. That is my standard."
So that useless meanderings of Foremost doesn't get too Foremost and the plot moves somewhat.
"Let me tune in to your thoughts."
"ANGREIFER? What about it?"
That's not even the main point here.
"Why is there Mandarin in my English Webnovel?!"
"What? You don't want Mandarin in My Webnovel?!"
It's an inversion to Du Fu's narrative, I'll say that much. Love his works.
"This story is quite unproven to be as much of a cult classic like that black demon mask. So share it mouth to ear with your friends if you do enjoy it."
"And remember,"
Don't French Press your tea.
Thank you...
Thank you...
Thank you...
Cut the damn tape, will you?
[As Passage often moves in a spiral, its best to check in the CASSETTES to see variances as the timeless tapes run. You may catch one, and one is all it takes.]