First of all, I would like to address the current state of the novel. As it stands, it can hardly be called a novel. With its childish language and aimless plot, it feels as though an infant smeared a keyboard with no clear direction.
For me, it was just a platform to chase the daydreams I used to have during boring classes. I inserted myself into the story, sacrificing the narrative in the process. When that approach left me nowhere, I abandoned my responsibility and left the story.
While I don't consider myself the best of writers, my cringeworthy words somehow managed to garner some readers. Perhaps they saw potential in me, yet I betrayed them. Nevertheless, they continue to support me to this day. Their support has prompted me to revisit this piece and convince myself to transform it into something remarkable.
With that in mind, I seek your support, dear readers. I aim to rewrite this story with more maturity and careful consideration of the plot. Even if I succeed, I will be nothing without you.
So, dear readers, do you want to hear about the man who fell from the future, holding knowledge in his hands as he landed in the pond of the past, where his actions caused a ripple so immense that it echoed through time and shaped the age to come? If you do, please join me on this journey.
Note: I won't continue from the last chapter, but instead I will retcon everything and start from the first chapter.