Time and Place – Prologue

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I know, I know what you’re thinking. A Freaking ‘nother one? Actually, this is a novel I’m in the process of writing. It is NOT a light novel-like story like my other ones… this is just pure science fiction; however, now that I think about it… it actually is kind of “another world” novel. It’s about a guy who wakes up 100,000 years in the future.  I’ve already written 50-some chapters of this, so putting it up is no problem. I thought maybe getting a few supporters might motivate me to eventually finish it. I already have a book series worked out in my mind, but I haven’t produced a chapter in a year or so, so I’m willing to give anything a try.

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The portal shimmered. The blue light from within grew and dimmed in a steady rhythm as if mimicking the old man’s heartbeat. He quickly wiped the sweat as it accumulated in droplets on his brow with a handkerchief. It was hot, much hotter than he had expected. The luminescent blues bouncing off the rocky white terrace gave the impression that it should have been a cool day.

As he pulled his handkerchief away, he noticed a smear of brown from the dirt on his face. He sighed. It was one of his favorites; it was all he had from his mother. Of course, that wasn’t entirely accurate. The original handkerchief had long been destroyed. This was only an approximation of what he remembered of his mother. Perhaps it was one of the only memories he had remaining of her.

As an infant, his mother had named him Nas’ Dera in the crib. He swore he could remember hearing her cry as he was taken away without a chance to glance upon his face. Of course, that was impossible. Even if Nas’ Dera could remember some repressed memory from infancy, it had long since between overwritten with the untold time that followed.

Nas’ Dera was a title more than a name, but it was the only name from which he had ever been known. The name had meant ‘last hope’ in the forgotten tongue of his people, but no one who lived remembered that name except for him. He looked up at the sky and grimaced. There was probably no one alive besides himself at this point.

His face was sunken and resigned, covered by the hood of his once clean robes. A red sash crossed over his chest but it had worn to a dull pinkish color, ripped and torn at various points, seeming to barely hang from his body. He pushed back his hood, taking a deep breath, his blue eyes seeming to absorb the light of the portal. He closed them, and in a flash, he felt a memory of green; of life. There was a time when he remembered life, when he remembered what it was like to be alive. So long, that seemed to be, since he had seen something so simple, so alive, as the color green.

He took another glance around. In front of him sat a small altar made from obsidian rock set within the white terrace. Small shapes and symbols seemed to be written all over the altar, seemingly random in placement.  Large spiral columns stood on each of the four corners of the terrace, each one cracked, blistered, and damaged from the ravages of time. On the top of each pillar, a stream of white light shot into the sky, creating a small dome that surrounded the terrace he stood in. The invisible walls shimmered and flexed, giving a strangely drunken appearance to the world outside.  The world beyond the dome was dark and indistinguishable. Shapes seemed to move and dance just out of sight within the shadows, but he ignored them.  He could not think of what was beyond in that darkness, not now.

A sudden burst of light came from the sky and he instinctively looked up.  He knew what he would see. The light was already gone by the time his eyes were able to focus. The dark sky above seemed strangely empty, devoid of the light one would expect during a clear night. Another star had vanished in the night sky. Some would call it the heat death of the universe. However, that wasn’t quite right. If the universe was truly dying from old age, then it would have gradually dimmed to nothingness once luminosity decreased to the point that it was no longer visible from Nas’ Dera’s point of view. This was more like the universe was being eaten.

“What star was that?” he wondered aloud.

It could have been any, really. It was a star that had been destroyed thousands of years ago, if not a million years gone. Why did it take them so long to realize they were disappearing, one at a time?  It was too late, now, to do anything about it. The sky did not contain enough stars, appearing empty and hollow. Regrettably, even the ones he could see were long gone.  He was happy that it was dark out, that he could not see the star that this planet orbited, the final death cries of a blackened universe.

A light tremor began to shake the ground around him. He braced himself against the shaking. It continued on for a minute or two before subsiding. He did not have very much time. The portal flickered uneasily, drawing his attention back. He was too old for this, too weak. He knew the task at hand would kill him, but there was no one else to do it.

He pressed one of the symbols on the altar, resembling a table with a cross sitting atop it.  It emanated a small blue shimmering light and images flickered across the portal. The images were of people’s faces, but no image remained for more than a blink as they jumped from one face to the next. He watched carefully as each face was shown, his eyes darting left to right, looking for the sign.

He began to feel a small ache in the back of his eyes.  He realized that he hadn’t blinked in some time, but he could not afford to miss the instance he sought. Sweat began streaming down his face, but he dared not wipe his forehead in the fear of missing that one image. He kept focus, for as long as he had to, he could not afford to miss the opportunity – it would only happen once.

Nas’ Dera had no clue how long he stood there, watching the streaming images of faces… so many faces. His legs ached, his back was sore, and he longed to sit down. He knew, however, that if he rested, that the job would never be finished. This was his last chance. The portal crackled, the steady pulsing fell off rhythm for a second. He grimaced at the momentary loss of concentration.  Then he saw it.

Did I?” he thought for a split second before pressing a second symbol, which caused the image to stop.

He wasn’t sure if it had been what he was looking for.  It was so quick and he was still a bit distracted. Once he moved the image backward, he wasn’t sure if he could get the device moving forward again. Was it what he sought? Or was it just a hopeful glimpse? The end of the world, the universe, and all of his plans could be wasted by a maybe.

Nas’ Dera sighed deeply. He was never a gambling man; he liked to have control of his own destiny and the likes of cards or dice seemed set to take destiny on by random. However, it seemed as if there was no choice. He gripped the outside of the symbol in his hand, turning. The lighted symbol seemed to rotate with his hand. He felt a kind of resistance, a weakness in the stability of the device. He held his breath, slowly and deliberately turning the symbol.  The symbol stopped with the cross pointing left and he let out a slow breath. Once again touching the symbol ever so slightly, the images began going back one at a time.

The images flicked back much slower. There was a woman with red hair, a man with a unibrow, a young boy with a dog. He could make out each of these people, people dead ages ago. People who lived short lives on a small planet a billion years ago. Who would have ever thought that the whole universe may depend on a man from that little planet?

Nas’ Dera did. He could feel the man’s potential across the ages. His fate on his small little planet would have been incredible. He would have been a man of great importance. He was a man who would have been known for thousands of years on his planet. A man whose potential would have been completely wasted making an imprint on a single planet, when he had the entire universe that needed him. It was a trade. The man could save the planet, or in the right time and right place; he could save the universe.

Nas’ Dera released his finger and the image stopped on the man. He had brownish blonde hair and hazel brown eyes that seemed uneasy. They seemed to know what was happening to them, seemed to feel the old man watching him.  A smile caressed his face for the first time since he had entered the crumbling machine. He had finally found him, the man whose fate would change the universe. It was time to redirect him to the time and place where he could rise to his true potential.

The man in his image would never thank Nas’ Dera for what he was about to do to him. He hoped the man could find happiness in his new life, after a fashion, but this new life would be a much harder path for the man. The shaking began again, this time not seeming to end. His time was running out. The smile faded from Nas’ Dera. He had work to do.

Nas’ Dera paused the image. The tremor steadily grew in a long drawn out roar, making it harder and harder for Nas’ Dera to keep his balance. He flicked another symbol on the altar and the image seemed to solidify. It wasn’t as if the image was faded before, but now it somehow seemed more tangible. Nas’ Dera quickly stumbled up to the image. In a swift motion, his hand dived into it. Grabbing the back of Darian’s shirt, he pulled roughly. The image did not move, but then again, it did not have to for the effect to be apparent. Running back to the altar, he flicked the symbol again, and the image continued.

He scanned the man’s life. Using the machine’s unique functions, he scanned the 4th dimension, trailing along this man’s timeline. Just slight edits, Nas’ Dera would need to have a fine touch here. Slowly, and with a deftness that only a man as long lived as Nas’ Dera could possibly possess, he began to make alterations to the man’s life.

He moved objects, and he moved people. He manipulated the man’s timeline, trying to guide him in the direction he needed to go. Nas’ Dera hated doing this. It felt too much like he was pretending to be fate. Nas’ Dera didn’t believe in such a thing as fate. Ironic for a man who was fated to be the ‘last hope’. To be fair, the man resisted relentlessly. No matter how hard the man fell on bad luck, he always seemed to bounce right back.

It felt like a tug of war, a desperate struggle. The man wanted to stay where he was, on a little blue planet, where he would undoubtedly bring about a new age of prosperity. However, for this to work, that planet had to be abandoned. Everything that man ever knew needed to be abandoned as well.

Nas’ Dera winced as he paused the image again. No, this man would never thank him for changing the course of his life, not that the man would ever know it had been changed in this manner. Perhaps he would take comfort in knowing that his planet would survive without him. At least, a remnant of his planet would survive.

This old destiny would no longer be fulfilled. However, time had a funny way of forcing people such as him into greatness. He had a greater destiny awaiting him. Nas’ Dera fell to his knees, exhaustion finally stopping him from his work. He pressed a button and looked into the man’s future. He moved forward years after the man should have been there. There he was, still alive in the time capsule Nas’ Dera had prepared for him.

It would be time for him to wake soon. Nas’ Dera could do nothing else but watch. Meanwhile, another star disappeared from the night’s sky, but no one noticed its passing.

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My Review of Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou

So, a few people asked me what my opinion on Arifureta actually was after finishing the main story, especially considering I do so many pseudo-reviews in my list of another world novels. I wanted to give Arifureta a little more justice than the other web novels I’ve talked about, so I guess you can call this my official review on Arifureta. Although to be honest, with the LN being taken over by J Novel, technically Arifureta no longer meets my criteria as a “free to read” another world novels. Although people used to the nefarious copy/paste sites are probably aware they can still read the whole thing even though Japtem has dragged it down by all those horrible people that previously lifted it from their site.

Anyway, I tend to get pretty critical when I’m critiquing something critically, so before anyone jumps in outrage at my OPINION on Arifureta, let’s keep my ->Opinion<- in the appropriate context that I enjoyed this novel enough that when I reached a point that I couldn’t finish it, I spend the last year translating the damn thing. You have to assume, at some point, I probably genuinely like this web novel, so I just wanted to stress that first.

So, here we go. When I started reading Arifureta, I was actually fairly new to the whole web novel circuit. I had only been doing it for a few months before I picked up and eventually started translating Arifureta. Since then, it’s been a year, and a couple dozen some web novels later you could argue that my tastes have refined a bit from then.

Now, when it comes to Arifureta, there are many camps of people. You have the Revenge Lovers, people who love seeing assholes get their comeuppance. Every bad guy is an insufferable arseshat, and the sooner the MC brutalizes them, the better. You have the Skill Enthusiasts, those that like seeing a steady stream of skills being steadily accumulated on an increasingly OP’d protagonist. And then you have the Harem Kings, always wanting girl after girl after girl falling all over the protagonist.

This hits a lot of readers hard, because the story seems built with two phases. The beginning starts with a clear skill building and revenge phase, but that only lasts about 2 volumes… then what you’re left with is a considerably longer less revenge based harem fantasy played out in the remaining volumes. That said, I went into Arifureta looking for an experience similar to Rise of the Shield Hero. That is to say that I wanted harem. I wanted an OP protagonist. And I wanted skill building. And I think both stories have a similar thing… in that the revenge element seems to dissipate fairly early on to give way to an ever growing harem. So, simply put, Arifureta met my needs.

Although, I understand the frustration a lot of people have reading it. There seems to be this group of ultra-pessimists that want some super depressing everyone is scum world… and then there is the ultra-optimistic everyone is inherently good group… and this novel bounces back and force between the two (as opposed to the morally ambiguous Game of Thrones style guys popular in modern Fantasy) . With it’s dynamic between the Forever hero Kouki and the protagonist Hajime, it certainly pushes the argument that self-serving selfishness is good, setting Kouki as the ultimate fall boy (more on that in a sec), but it also fills itself up with moments of Harem and humor that completely obliterate the dark tones. Like, for example, Emperor Gahard… who is kind of treated like a fun punchline character near the end, with even heroic like qualities… completely ignoring the whole he oppressed an entire culture of people into slavery and his son tried to RAPE someone… Yeah… we forgot that only a few weeks/months prior he was running an oppressive regime… ah… look at that guy whose was basically a Fantasy version of Stalin squirm. Slavery is funny.

Here’s the thing… as a story… I’m actually more in line with Kouki’s beliefs. To me, Hajime is a bit of a douche. Kouki was flawed… but that was what made his character interesting. He wanted to do the right thing, he just didn’t know how. Of course, the story trashes “doing the right thing” by deliberately creating a world manipulated in just the right way that Hajime’s approach would be the right approach, while Kouki’s would fail… But, rather than writing it believably, the entire story feels like one giant strawman set up to just force this viewpoint on the audience.

I end up reading all these comments with people saying “screw KOUKI” or “I wish KOUKI would die!” and I’m just like, what? Kouki is the only interesting thing this novel has going for it at this point. But of course, everything was stacked against Kouki in a word literally designed to make Kouki wrong, so of course his end would only be disastrous… but to me, most of the time he was RIGHT. Hajime IS unreasonable. Hajime isn’t a good person. But a hero being heroic is “expected”… and that… to some people… makes it boring. Oh, it’s great to see a nontypical Japanese MC… they say… which is you know, fine… as long as you also accept that regardless of how the novel desperately portrays Hajime as great, his methods only work because this world is specifically designed for them to work. Hajime’s inability to trust is a weakness, and let’s face it… there is not a single reason for any of the girls like Hajime except maybe Kaori… I mean let us look at it.

Yue – Like, he rescues her and is the only human contact she experiences in 300 years. Total Knight In Shining Armor Effect.

Shia –There was never actually a reason other than “cuz”, but he emotionally abused her aggressively until she loved him, my thoughts is the author originally planned her to be the S&M character, I mean, she was originally introduced as a physical tough person who could bounce back from any blow while coming to love Hajime who continually abused her both physically and emotionally. Then, suddenly she stops being abused and a few chapters later they introduce Tio.

Tio – He was stronger than her and stuck his big, long, hard thing in her Hershey highway.

Shizuku – Knight In Shining Armor Effect like X3

Liliana – There is literally no reason.

Aiko – He’s… dependable… I guess? Also Knight in Shining Armor Effect.

Everyone Else – The Me too Effect…

I could also add that in the case of Shizuku and Kaori (and especially Shizuku)… that she’s only 16… and maybe the first guy she has any feelings for who already has monopolized 4 women and has no interest in her is probably not the guy she should pursue. Of course, Kouki mentions this, and is treated like an annoying child for stating what should be obvious. Heck Ryuutaro gets it, he was into Yue but at least he has the decency to back off… and the only guy with any brains is called the stupid “musclebrain” by the author… sigh…

All I’m saying is the story glorifies Hajime in strange ways. You might as well form the “Hajime is always right” club with how much everything always goes his way. He may be “different” than a typical Japanese MC… but that doesn’t make him any less a Mary Sue. He is the perfect never wrong protagonist. Seriously, does he make a single mistake after leaving Orcus? Heck even before? And I’m not talking about things going belly up or something unexpected happening… I’m talking about him showing a single damn flaw. Oh, when Yue was lost… he showed an “uncool” side… an “uncool” side that was apparently so “uncool” that they showed it to the Dragonkin to convince them of how cool he was. Within the world he is placed in, he is the perfect protagonist.

As far as the other characters… they weren’t terribly interesting. Each harem member kind of had that one trait… and that was it. They were memorable enough you could differentiate them… at least I wouldn’t go so far as to say they’re interchangeable… but each one was a cliché in and of themselves… always repeating the same words/actions over and over again without depth or development.

Yue wasn’t an interesting and dynamic Vampire princess with a tortured past… she was the Loli seductress who licks her lips and says Nn. Shia wasn’t a troubled bunny burdened with the guilt of how her gifts hurt her family, she was a walking punchline, and later on she was even less than that… she was the Ryuutaro of her group… the one who hits things with a hammer and says things when the plot needs it.

These characters were flat… and their relationship with Hajime is flat… and Hajime is flat. That one chapter where Shizuku beat that crap out of Kouki showed more emotion and care than ANY interaction between Hajime and anyone else. I mean, Kouki mattered so much to Shizuku and Ryuutaro that they fought him, risking their life, even as he screamed abusive things at them, until they beat some sense into him. Not only did they show more care for him than anyone between Hajime and company, but that was actually freaking character development… you know, the thing your MC is supposed to do… yet all  Hajime’s character seems to develop is in the first three volumes. He mellows out a bit later on, but I think that has less to do with character development and more to do with the author altering his character to fit with the plot. When you have to alter the main character half way through the novel so that it fits your plot… well… Yeah…

However… from a purely “Harem” aspect… you get plenty of moments of Harem goodness. It’s full of tsukkumi’s and humor and I’m not saying I didn’t have a lot of fun. The first volume or two make you think it is a skill building web novel and a darkly themed novel, but the continuous humor and ridiculousness overshadow the later parts of the novel. Even when dark parts show themselves, they are quickly overridden with the humor of the moment, demolishing any tension that could possibly build.

The enemies were ridiculously weak and underdeveloped. The story didn’t have enough foreshadowing to tie itself together, making it feel a bit like the ending was kind of cobbled together. Freed was such a flat and disinteresting antagonist that it was a wonder he existed at all. Freed was literally an annoyance. You might want to shout that this means the author succeeded, because the reader feels the same way about Freed as the protagonist… as an annoyance that keeps popping up for no reason… but I have to think when I get to a chapter that the author is somehow failing if I’m annoyed and just want to see it over with.

While I think Ehito was built up enough… I think his subordinate was severely underutilized. The god is bad theme permeated the story… but Ehito was never really “down to earth” enough in the story that by the time he pops up I actually, felt… like… anything. I felt nothing for the antagonist… and if it wasn’t for the forced NTR I might not have cared about the final confrontation at all. That final labyrinth and then the battle just had too many characters fighting too many battles I didn’t care about. At that point in the story… I didn’t need to see everyone fight one more time. I think those last 15 chapters could have easily been turned into 4 and been better for it.

Although I know a lot of you love the action… I have to say that by chapter 160 I was pretty actioned out. Unless they were doing something new… I didn’t need to hear about the 10th time Tio uses dragon breath, Shia bangs her hammer, or Suzu pops up a barrier. By the end, I felt like this could double as a how-to guide on how many ways you can kill an apostle. You can slice them, dice them, fry them with a laser, beat them, decapitate them, burn them, explode their heads, shoot them, freeze them, hug them to death… Since the MC have been Op’d as fruck and we knew it… there is 0 tension in the final battle… and the manufactured tension felt manufactured. “Oh, you thought I was using my whole ability? Well NOW after you kicked the crap out of me for two chapters I’m going to use my whole ability!” *Sigh* There is no question they were going to win… so why story… why did you drag it out so long…

If they were fighting anyone we cared about… anyone who had previously oppressed them or had any discernible personality beyond “a monster” or “a lookalike angel… but like the general I guess this time? Well, we’ll give her name…” But alas… Don’t get me wrong, some of the action can be fun… but damn does the action drag, especially in the last two labyrinths and the finale when they start dragging Kouki and company everywhere and everyone keeps getting split up to fight separately.

I’ll give this story an 8/10. It’s a little generous, but it’s a solid web novel with a lot of good moments. If you want Op Protagonist and Harem girls, it does its job good enough. It’s bloated near the end, and the story never became compelling enough by the halfway point to justify the lengthy second half, but from a purely harem perspective it’s a good read. If you want to see a bullied protagonist become strong, get the women, and continually amaze everyone else, without getting too wrapped up on revenge, then this is for you. He gets the girls, he gets the power, he saves the day. It’s wish-fulfillment at its finest… just don’t expect complex and interesting characters or a rich engaging story.

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So… what did you think of my review? I was thinking of doing more of these for other web novels… just as, I don’t know, a thing I can post when I feel like it? Are you guys who are still around this site interested? Or am I better off just keeping my criticisms to myself (lol)?  Agree? Disagree? Let me know below.

 

 

Goodbye Cruel World

I actually was going to hide the link to the last two chapters behind a post to force you guys to read and thus stop sending me stupid as ballz questions… I was going to put a bunch of fake links sending you to gay porn sites… it was this whole thing… it would have been hilarious, but alas, I chickened out, and as a result, a few of you guys didn’t disappoint… baka questions galore.

First things first. Bakapervert has said he will continue on with the translations of the afterstory. His wordpress is in a link on the side, located over here!

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He hasn’t translated any yet, but given his age of god’s level magic, [Translation], you probably won’t need to wait long.

As far as me… I posted the last pdf. I will not post a pdf of any chapters not put on my site. I will not post the missing chapters from Japtem. I will not contact Chuuni and ask him personally if I can translate his book, you know, the one that’s already translated without his permission? Yeah… not going to do that. I’m not going to start a holy war with J Novel so you can get the first two volumes of Arifureta for free. I understand that “the web novel” is not “the light novel” and I don’t believe you give a hoot which is which, so don’t act like by not having the web novel translation for free you have faced some injustice. Want Arifureta Volume 1+2? Sign up to J novel or find someone to ask for them.

If you think something else should be done, do it yourself. Fill free to host the chapters or pdfs illegally, that is your prerogative. You can if you want. I’m just some dude who read Arifureta, came to the end, and decided to take matters in my own hand. I don’t own a business, I don’t make money, and I have no desire to start legal issues for myself over nothing. So… you know… stop bitching.

It’s been one year since I started Arifureta, found out I couldn’t continue it, and then started translating it. I’ve completed my goal. It’s been a lot of fun. I’d like to thank everyone who helped achieve this goal, Bakapervert, obviously, as well as Southbound and Tingle. I can’t say I would have finished without them, certainly not this year. You guys are awesome!

Now for me from now on? I’ll go back to releasing Requiem of the Stars, as well as continue to put out volumes of Hawtness for the non-wattpad readers. I still have the list of other world novels that I’m always updating. I’ll try to put something out at least once a week, but it won’t be Arifureta related.

Will I start any other translations? I don’t have any in mind. If you have any suggestions, my three requirements are.

  1. Already has at least 20 chapters out translated.
  2. Japanese Web novel main story is completed and online.
  3. Chapters are less than 3000 words. No 7000-9000 word behemeths like Arifureta, I can’t take that again.

If you think of any, feel free to suggest. Other than that, Thank you, the readers, for the incredible experience and continued support. I appreciate you guys the most! Thanks a bunch!

P.S. I know not all of you see my menu on the left side of the screen, you damn tablet people. Click menu and find it. It’s called Bakapervert’s WordPress… I’ve only mentioned it a dozen times.

Request For Assistance

As Arifureta finishes up, I’m just trying to tie off any loose knots.

The first thing is that I have put out pdfs launching in 10 chapter blocks. I only have two out as I post this, but I’ll do everything from chapter 130-present.

I’m hesitant to do pdfs of durasama’s work. If anyone can get in touch with him and see if he gives permission, I’ll do it, but I’ve attempted to contact him twice and never got a reply (that I saw, maybe he replied and it got buried in email hell). Finally, the last part is the MTLs.

As many of you are probably aware, the MTLs that span from Chapter 99-124 are a bit of stain on the Arifureta history… some abandoned rough translations that noone really wants to go back and fix and I still can’t even find the name of the person to give proper credit to. At some point, I started fixing them… but that lasted one chapter… I am not a big fan of editing.

Anyway, I decided to try something new.

I put all of the chapters up on google docs. Now, I’m going to give you, yes you, the share link. Anyone and everyone can go into those files and work on editing them. Want to work on one chapter and then leave? That’s fine. Want to systematically go through all of them? Great!

This is a bit of an experiment. If in a week or two the chapters are sufficiently edited, I’ll put them on my site and create the pdfs.If noone does anything, I probably won’t create pdfs of the MTLs.

So anyway, Click Here to Become an Arifureta Editor!

So there is some order…

As you probably know, I replace all brackets with the proper quotations and all “……” with the standard ellipsis as pet peaves of mine. All naming are based on the Arifureta Wiki and I don’t bracket spell or location names.

Let’s see how this goes :P.

 

Three Announcements

Alright, so there are a couple of things I wanted to bring up to you guys if you had any interest in this blog and it’s continued existence.

Announcement #1:

I was recently contacted by j-novel club, who currently holds the right to publish the LN’s for Arifureta. As per their request, Japtem will “likely” be pulling down the first few volumes of Arifureta so that the LN can thrive in its place. If you wanted to reread the first volume without becoming a member of j-novel… you might want to get to that. This will not affect my site for some time, but eventually, all things come to an end. Although, it’ll probably be a few years before they reach volume 6+.

Announcement #2:

I’ve become an affiliate of Rebirth Online World. This doesn’t mean anything other than that their link is to the side. This affiliation is designed to help bring original work authors with Japanese light novel tones together. I support this initiative, so do visit their original novels if you can.

Announcement #3:

Not really an announcement, more of a reminder. I have been updating the “List of Another World Novels” blog linked on the side. I deleted all the comments to make room for more comments, but added all of the suggestions to my blog and I’ve continually read and added stories. It’s easily three times the size the list was when I originally posted it, so if you saw the blog last year, it’s certainly got many many more suggestions to you since then.

 

Edit: To those expressing disbelief that publically available WN translation is affected by an LN, I asked the same question, and this is the response I received.

“we do not control the rights to the web novel and cannot demand that you remove your translations. However, just because the original work is posted for free online does NOT mean that the author has given permission for it to be reposted on other websites, or translated into other languages… and the author could, if they were alerted, request your translation be completely removed (and we could forward a DMCA request on their behalf if necessary).”

Please do not go and attack j-novel club. I merely posted this because I believe in transparency and want you to understand the situation. They can’t ask me to take the web novel down, but they can get the author (or more specifically Overlap, his soulless corporate publisher) to file a DMCA strike. So play nice.

Since We ALL Know You Guys Don’t Read…

Read a 5000 word chapter of Arifureta, easy, read 200 words I put in the front of the chapter explaining the situation… oops, I don’t do that!

You aren’t getting a chapter this weekend. You already got that chapter last Thursday. I’ve been releasing 2 chapters a week, that’s 8 times faster than I was releasing when I started and 2 times faster than I was releasing last month… and still people are complaining. It’s my birthday this weekend, leave me alone.

 

Seriously, if you can spend 20 seconds writing comments to nag me, you can spend 20 seconds reading the answers to your comments that I put in front of every chapter.

Answers to questions such as:

Am I going to complete Arifureta? Yes

Am I going to complete the after stories? No, Bakapervert is

Why did my comment not post? Because I have to approve some comments first, and I don’t live signed into wordpress waiting for every single one of your comments.

What is your release schedule? Minimum of once, maximum of twice per week. I shoot for Wednesday and either saturday/sunday based on what I’m doing with my family that weekend.

Why did you release some original work chapter instead of editing more Arifureta? Because fuck you, that’s why.

Speaking of which, why don’t you release more original work chapters? *Blood vessel explodes*

Your abrupt ending to the series (Alternative Chapter 157) felt abrupt? *Bangs head against wall until blood starts to splatter*

If Bakapervert was able to translate it so fast, why don’t you just edit them all and release all the chapters at once like we all want? *Pulls gun out and shoots self in face*

Are you still there?

Wait… are you going to complete Arifureta? …. *sigh* yes….

But what I really want to know is whether you’re going to keep translating the after stories? *Deletes wordpress*

Naw… I’m just kidding you guys are great. *Whimpers*

 

Be Back Next Week!!!

Just giving you a heads up I haven’t forgotten about you. Funny story, so while we were speeding through translating, I volunteered to translate this upcoming chapter, and due to the numbering scheme, I got it messed up, so I thought this one (Chapter 151) had been translated when it hasn’t. Only realized this a few days before Christmas. Holidays being the holidays, I wasn’t translating it over Christmas or New Years, so sorry for the absence of chapters, my mistake. You’ll have my MTL of Chapter 151 next weekend, and maybe… MAYBE… if I’m feeling good, I’ll release a second chapter to make up for my absence. We’ll see when we get to next week. I thought about spending the next four hours translating, and after staying up late last night and cleaning out my garage today, I just don’t have it in me, so please be patient and I’ll see you next week.