Hello fans (and the haters I can feel refreshing the page just to glare at me),
Your resident chaos gremlin, clivepogiirl, reporting in! Thank you so much for reading Volume 3 of Reincarnated as the Blood Curse Wielder. Whether you devoured it in one glorious binge or took your sweet time savoring the drama, I'm genuinely grateful you're here.
Our favorite tsundere, Eirene, has grown so much it's almost scary. Remember when she didn't want anything to do with swords? Yeah, she's now fully committed to shotguns, tommy guns, and enough tear gas to clear a small army. Character development, baby... sometimes it comes with extra ammunition.
This volume was a wild ride: a notorious bounty hunter finally locating her little sister, layers of dramatic irony that hit like a truck, and a cast that keeps growing faster than my unread notifications. I'm starting to worry I'm spreading the spotlight too thin, though. Everyone deserves real development, not just cool entrance scenes. Still, that Elicia POV at the end wrecked me. I almost cried writing it, and if it hit you the same way… welcome to the "ugly crying over pixels" club.
I gotta say though, writing character moments is a lot harder than writing battle scenes. You have no idea how many times I started pacing around my room like a possessed playwright or rolling around my bed dramatically, especially during that one part in the novel. My family probably thinks I've lost it. Battle scenes? Easy. Just add explosions and snark. Emotional depth? That's where I suffer for my art.
By the way… Eirene's pregnant.
Surprise! My (possibly ex) girlfriend kept insisting the MC shouldn't get pregnant, but karma had other plans and a great sense of humor.
Volume 4 is shaping up to be the long-awaited reunion arc... packed with heartwarming moments, explosive drama once everyone learns about the baby, and one very important naming conversation that I am definitely not spoiling right now. (Nice try.)
While developing Eirene, I slowly realized I was crafting a full chuuni. Had to Google "chuunibyou" at 3 a.m. like a true professional. Turns out my beloved MC has always had that dramatic inner edgelord, and honestly? I think every human being has a bit of chuuni energy tucked away. Especially Filipino boys. Wait... scratch that. All boys. Actually, every single person alive. I'm not delusional… probably.
Real life update: studies are still trying to end me, I've got a shiny new crush, and zero time for part-timing nonsense. To my ex... if you ever read this, thank you for sparking the idea that became this novel. You contributed more than you know.
Final public service announcement: If you ever encounter a scarred woman with wings and only one eye, be polite. Smile. Wave. Greet her nicely. Otherwise you will become lunch. She doesn't do second chances.
Can't wait to see you in Volume 4. Stay chaotic, my friends.
clivepogiirl
P.S.
If the next afterword ends up longer than Volume 3 itself, please send help… or at least bail money when my family stages an intervention for all the dramatic bed-rolling. Also, if the baby gets named something like "Demon Lord Ultra Pro Max,", or "Class IV hemorrhage" or "bloodclot." you're not allowed to judge me. The chuuni made me do it.