Step Forward Only If You Dare
No harem, no simping.
Cast aside your delusions.
If your heart kneels before beauty, if your mind sways with desire, then leave before the ink stains your soul.
This tale bows to no fantasy, nor does it cradle fragile hearts.
The weak will fall, the foolish will suffer, be they enemy, friend, or beloved.
There will be romance, but only one shall stand beside the protagonist.
A single flame in the storm, not a garden of fleeting desires.
Yet there are those who, blind in their devotion of harem, wail when a cherished flower is trampled.
Fools
Who, unable to accept reality, lash out not with steel, but with petty words.
They scrawl venomous reviews in the novel, not for the tale's flaws, but for their own wounded affections.
As if their grievances could change fate, as if their tantrums could rewrite the path.
Laughable.
If you are one of them, turn back now.
Spare me your weeping, spare me your worthless cries.
For this story kneels to no one, and neither shall I.