HCL Chapter 102: Minari Against the World

*Author’s Note*

So you might be wondering why I didn’t keep writing HCOP Book 2 or whatever. I mean, I’ve posted 102 chapters of this story now, I don’t need to write HCOP Book 2 at the beginning lmfao. It’s HCL, still a direct sequel to the epilogue of HCOP, but basically a different series in the sense that they aren’t even in Arcana anymore lol. Or at the very least, they aren’t ‘on’ the planet Arcana :P.

Anyway, I’ve been trying to write the ending of Hardcore Legacies lately. But you know how it is… Endings are hard lol. I’ve gotten a lot of experience since I last worked on Hardcore Legacies though. So I think I’ll be able to do it soon.

In the meantime, there’s still 5 more chapters left before I get caught up to where I basically stopped writing around this time last year… Sigh, doesn’t it feel like time goes by way too fast? I mean, I wrote 3 volumes of TDoE, TDoDK(Which was equivalent in length to the 3 volumes of TDoE), then started working on CC for a bit, but got sidetracked by TDD… I’m currently writing the end of volume 3 of TDD, while editing the first ‘official’ volume of HCOP in order to make it HCOP into actual books.

Okay, I’ll stop ranting now. Enjoy your chapter lol. Continue reading

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