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KCTR HAS BEEN UPDATED. 🎉
          
          Yes. It is short.
          
          No. I am not proud of that.
          
          Yes. I know I promised myself I would have more time.
          
          No. I clearly do not know myself at all. 💀
          
          I am currently suffering the consequences of my own overestimation of my capabilities.
          
          College sucks.
          Assignments suck.
          Teachers suck.
          Socializing sucks.
          And apparently, joining FOUR DIFFERENT CLUBS while participating in several events was also not the genius idea I initially believed it to be.
          
          My schedule currently looks like someone threw a grenade into a calendar and called it “personal growth.”
          
          So, unfortunately, KCTR updates are currently being produced through sheer willpower, caffeine-free suffering, and whatever remaining brain cells have not been claimed by college.
          
          BUT—
          
          Chapter is up.
          It may be short.
          It may have taken me approximately 47 business years to write.
          
          But it is HERE. 😭
          
          Thank you for your patience, and please pray for my academic survival because apparently I have chosen to experience every extracurricular activity known to mankind at once.
          
          Now excuse me while I go stare at my assignments and question every decision that led me here. 🫠
          
          

📢 PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
          
          College sucks. 👍
          
          I have been running around like a bunny in heat signing up for EVERYTHING HUMANLY POSSIBLE and now I deeply regret every single decision I’ve ever made. 💀
          
          Clubs? Competitions? Events?
          ME: “YESSSSS 😍”
          ME NOW: “Why am I like this.”
          
          Anyway, I have not abandoned my children (KCTR & AHS). 😭
          
          NEW CHAPTERS BY WEDNESDAY.
          Please stay tuned while I attempt to survive my own stupidity. 

 A NOTICE TO MY VICTIMS— I MEAN, DEAR READERS.
          
          Ladies, gentlemen, and fellow sufferers—
          
          I HAVE DONE IT.
          
          I have once again committed the impossible.
          
          I UPDATED BOTH STORIES BEFORE THE SCHEDULED TIME.
          
          Yes. You read that correctly.
          
          BOTH.
          
          KCTR AND AHS.
          
          BEFORE.
          
          THE.
          
          SCHEDULE.
          
          I would like everyone to remain calm while I accept my Nobel Prize for “Occasionally Having My Life Together.” 
          
          Honestly, I don’t know what possessed me. Productivity? Responsibility? A temporary lapse in judgement?
          
          Whatever it was, it clearly needs to be studied by scientists.
          
          So please, enjoy these updates while they are fresh, because knowing me, this level of punctuality may never be witnessed again in our lifetime. 
          
          And because I have worked very hard to provide you with your regularly scheduled emotional damage, I expect my reward.
          
          I WANT PRAISE.
          
          I WANT APPLAUSE.
          
          I WANT LITTLE GOLD STARS.
          
          I WANT A COOKIE.
          
          Preferably several.
          
          Thank you for your continued support, patience, and willingness to voluntarily subject yourselves to whatever nonsense, chaos, angst, and questionable decisions I throw at you.
          
          Now go read.
          
          Your author has successfully defeated the schedule.
          
          FOR ONCE. ✨

 NOTICE
          
          Attention, my beloved victims—I mean, readers.
          
          I have once again made a series of questionable life decisions.
          
          ✨ I POSTED A NEW SERIES. ✨
          
          Now, before anyone asks...
          
          Yes. It's that story.
          
          You know... the one that vanished into digital dust after the Great Laptop Screen Replacement Incident™. The one where my files looked at me, whispered "good luck," and ascended into the void.
          
          Yep. That very same When the Mountain Remembers.
          
          Against all odds (and against my own sanity), it has clawed its way back from the dead.
          
          ...Except.
          
          It's not really the same anymore.
          
          Somewhere between rewriting it and losing what little mental stability I had left...
          
          insert suspiciously villainous laughter
          
          He. He. He.
          
          The angst found me.
          
          I did not resist.
          
          I embraced it.
          
          The original outline has been respectfully escorted behind the shed.
          
          This new one is... considerably more unwell.
          
          Should I be focusing on only one story?
          
          Absolutely.
          
          Will I?
          
          No.
          
          Apparently my coping mechanism is collecting ongoing projects like they're Pokémon.
          
          So allow me to introduce...
          
           ' 
          
          Where happiness is on unpaid leave.
          
          Therapy doesn't exist.
          
          The characters desperately need a hug.
          
          And I'm legally obligated to pretend I don't hear their cries.
          
          If at any point you think,
          
          "Surely she can't make this more painful..."
          
          Please remember...
          
          I rewrote an entire story after it literally died.
          
          I have nothing left to lose.
          
          Anyway, enjoy the emotional devastation.
          
          I'll be over here, drinking imaginary tea while committing crimes against fictional people's mental health.
          
          Happy reading, and my sincerest apologies in advance. ♡

 ATTENTION, MORTALS. 
          
          I have done the impossible.
          
          The bell has tolled.
          
          Reality has cracked.
          
          AND I POSTED BEFORE THE SCHEDULED DATE.
          
          Please hold your applause. Actually, don't. I deserve it.
          
           Congratulations to me.
           Round of applause for this rare celestial phenomenon.
           Somewhere, the heavens are filing paperwork because this has literally never happened before.
          
          If you need me, I'll be over here waiting for reality to peel itself apart again, because clearly posting early has disturbed the natural order of the universe.
          
          Happy reading... and may the ominous bell not toll for you. ✨

 Author's Notice
          
          Well, well, well...
          
          Karma's Call to Redemption is finally happening.
          
          For the first time in my writing career, I actually made the lore, timeline, backstories, family trees, emotional trauma, and enough world-building to rival an ancient civilization before writing the actual story.
          
          Character development. Mine, not theirs.
          
          So... does this mean I won't rewrite the entire book halfway through?
          
          I'd say there's about an 80% chance this version survives.
          
          The remaining 20% is reserved for my occasional 3 a.m. existential crisis where I convince myself I should rewrite everything from scratch.
          
          No promises.
          
          I know my track record.
          
          I'm trying.
          
          The first chapter is planned to be posted on 17th July. Planned being the key word here, because I'm currently operating in my life's most powerful cultivation realm:
          
          The Realm of Chronic Procrastination.
          
          My cultivation base is unstable, my motivation has gone into secluded meditation, and my brain keeps spawning new plot bunnies instead of letting me finish the chapter.
          
          On the bright side, I suffered while writing this.
          
          Now it's your turn.
          
          Grab tissues, snacks, emotional support pillows, and maybe a therapist on speed dial.
          
          We're all getting trauma.
          
          Some of us are just more prepared than others.
          
          Happy reading. ♡

⚠️ OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT ⚠️
          
          Threads of Broken Fate has once again fallen victim to its greatest enemy.
          
          Its author.
          
          After four complete rewrites, countless deleted scenes, several existential crises, and enough editing to qualify as a heavenly tribulation, the story is being rewritten from the beginning.
          
          Readers are advised to remain calm.
          
          The author, however, cannot make the same guarantee.
          
          Thank you for your patience while I attempt to wrestle this disaster into a coherent narrative.
          
          Sincerely,
          
          A very tired author who swore the last rewrite was the final rewrite.

Chapter updated
          
          And before anything else i would like to apologize to my dear totters for the delay . 
          But.
          It wasn't my fault , some very annoying NPCs came by and they had taken away the rights to my phone FOR WEEKS , even now they are here . 
          I am posting this from the bathroom.
          
          So anyone , if you want consistent updates 
          KIDNNAP ME . 
          
          Otherwise enjoy the roller coaster .

Chapter uploaded ✨
          
          Yes, it is shorter than usual.
          
          No, I will not survive the comments section.
          
          Before anyone asks: the chapter escaped containment early and ran onto AO3 half-dressed because apparently my ability to estimate word count is spiritually defective.
          
          Still, this chapter contains:
          
          sect-wide psychological damage
          Shen Qingqiu slowly losing the will to live
          a highly unfortunate saber story
          four more people added to the overcrowded disaster hall because apparently suffering loves company
          
          At this point the heavenly artifact is collecting cultivators like Pokémon cards.
          
          Anyway, enjoy the chaos. Longer chapter next time unless the characters unionize against me again.

Hello dear auther 
          I want to ask i have really deleted the pervious 2 story 
          Or only i am not able to open it 
          And if you have deleted it 
          Do you have further plan to rewrite it again