Sellout makes the world go round

"System, how many collections do we have?"

I had been thinking about many things as I walked forward and killed all the grass relatives seeking revenge on me for burning their beloved.

[Yo, lemme check. That dude dropped it and that dude dropped it… we currently at 27.]

Did that not seem like way too much? I must be doing something wrong. Though I got an idea, something that gets rid of even the most tenacious beings…ads.

Of course, nothing could kill the readers more than an advertisement about diapers for granny─call that a fluid transition.

For only one dollar a month, this story would make sure that no children would have a good childhood anymore. With your help, we could cause trauma even years of therapy could not solve.

So donate today, and watch the next generation learn many things, which will stay with them whether they liked to or not.

Take a look at Little Timmy here; he was something called a "Cultivation author".

He might have taken over the world, but he still remembered the time "Grandma was playing with Grandpa's little python." Since that day, this image was haunting him in his sleep.

Ever since the fateful event, he had never been the happy kid he once was… As you can see our elaborate tactics are highly effective.

Everyone knew a "Little Timmy" and we all could profit if these people would be removed from the gene pool. That was our job.

Through masterful manipulation and haunting images, we would ensure that these little pests would die alone. Trust us, we were doing everyone a favour.

Another invisible benefit of our peerless strategies was a 1000% increase in harem stories further producing a new wave of unfuckable readers.

And just like that overpopulation was solved.

Yet, this was a battle that could not be won by will alone. We were in dire need of money; the penis pumps and all the research into how effectively scar the young populace was an expensive endeavour.

Since no one actually read this story; we would have to force them to read it. If that came with a lot of trauma─then so be it.

I would do what must be done.

One child after another would soon have no other choice, but to read my work. Dooming humanity was nothing in front of the 10000 dollar cash prize… and even less in front of a potential anime adaptation.

Selling out to the elder generation was the only choice left for me.

That was why I founded the Way of the Chad.

Thanks to the massive propaganda and pickup-enthusiasts millions of dudes learned to become the loser they were always meant to be. Because that is what a Chad would do.

Chad was nothing more than an ideal nobody would be able to reach. As long as people could dream though, they had no other choice other than trying to be the CHAD.

How else could they find a girlfriend? With their character? With their appearance? No one would like them for who they truly were.

Of course, we also ran other projects. Our Incel prototype spread like a wildfire and practically exploded all over the globe.

But why stop there? We also invented the weebs, the gamers, the quiet and bullied kids, the creepy guys waiting in a dark alley, the harem readers… everyone of these groups has been specifically designed to have zero sex appeal.

If this was not enough to convince you then I do not know what else could convince you.

Of course, how could we forget the most important aspect of our initiative?

Let me introduce you to our real mission. We of the way of Chad wanted to do one thing only: have more sexy anime babes on novel covers.

Ruining kid's future was but a small side-effect necessary to ensure that more art is being drawn….

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Was this not the most convincing sales pitch? Who would not want to invest in the Way of Chad to produce more Harem writers and get more sexy covers?

The old people just did not get it. Soon, they would be dead and they would have made no difference. Why would they not give their money to this great, noble cause?

Was it that much to ask for? All I wanted was to win the competition and get an anime adaptation.

These people did not realize the power of ART. Everything was for the sake of these sexy, sexualized anime cover girls─true art.

Nothing in this world, nothing was as holy as these digitally drawn pictures. If the world had to be sacrificed in their name; I would do it in a heartbeat.

[Yo, homie sorry to interrupt… but another dude just ditched ya.]

How dare they do exactly what I was trying to accomplish?

I was doing so little right now, so why did they leave me? Was this story not entertaining enough?

Should I run on my hands or backflip my way to the city… or should I start doing cartwheels and spin my way to fame?

People you are not forbidden from leaving comments and letting me know what you did not like about my story. While you are at it, leave me some powerstones as well.

It helped in attracting even more suckers to this masterpiece. And that was the most important thing.

Who cared about the readers who didn't pay? As long as they gave me money, they were the best readers, my BFF.

If they aint paying, they do be dead to me. Though if they brought in paying whales we could be homies, at least. So if ya wanna be my Homie, go out and spread the word.

That's what homies were for, right?

Gimme some of that juicy mouth to mouth propaganda. Tell these fellas all about the quality writing, they would never find here. This was a safe space; no brain usage was required here.

We aint judging, if you paying.

[Yo, homeboy you got possessed by the ghost of capitalism. I ain't cool with dat.]

You just don't see system. Cash was what made this whole world go round' and round'. It was the useful green to have. The Green that I just loooved to talk to all night long.

So, readers, I was waiting. Gimme those juicy powerstones and gifts. Shower me in them and spend your coins on me.

Money, money, money, money, money and Money. That is what I saw in you readers. Therefore pay up, I know you have hidden some cash somewhere.

Instead of food, you could give your DADDY his rightful possessions.

[Sorry fam, this chapter has to end here. We gotta bring in an exorcist. To make sure that our dear Author returns to being a proper main character.]