"Oops! I Stole the Isekai Lottery"

I sincerely apologizes, to all the Privileged Fuck's. I never expected someone as prestigious as you guys—winners of the Nobel Prize in Literature, the Pulitzer Prize, the Booker Prize, the International Booker Prize, PEN America Literary Awards, and the National Book Award—to read my fanfic.

I thought esteemed writers like you would be part of Kindle groups or high-end book clubs, not browsing the Wandering Peasant corners of Webnovel, rating and reviewing fanfics.

Let's be real: Fanfiction is built on "What if?" scenarios and thrives on clichés. It exists for fast entertainment, not literary perfection. If you're looking for deep, serious, and logically intricate stories, you might be better off reading traditional novels on Kindle. So why exactly are you here, feeling "privileged" enough to critique a space meant for crazies, weirdos, and fanfic enthusiasts?

A Quick Note: I have no problem with a 1-star rating or people calling my fanfic stupid, boring, or unentertaining—like Mr. DaoistE8ByZe did. But I will not tolerate elitist comments like: "Anybody could do better." "Where's the logic?" "Why an Indian father?" "Why an Indian wand?"

"Lastly, don't target my readers. Keep your criticism about my work, not the people who enjoy it."