Hi All,
As you might already be aware, I originally started the patreon as a way to save up some money so I could purchase ads on Royal Road and help push awareness of the novel to a broader audience.
While I'd still love to see more readers, I'd prefer to just write for fun now and happy for this to grow organically, rather than try and push it down people's throat with ads, which will probably lead to more negative feedback anyway.
So in my mind, there is probably less o...
2025-07-03 00:45:21 +0000 UTC
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So as I've been writing about the delivery platforms initially, I've been looking into some of the costs and how the delivery platforms have impacted the small businesses over time. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against from UberEats or DoorDash or others, in fact, I've done my fair share! The convenience of being able to order food and have it delivered at a slightly higher cost can be very enticing.
However over the years, I've seen articles where small businesses have called ou...
2025-07-02 23:52:24 +0000 UTC
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Authors Note: Hey all, another
2025-07-02 23:34:02 +0000 UTC
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Authors Note: FYI for everyone
2025-06-28 11:59:29 +0000 UTC
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(Start of Week 45. Theo's Balance: $121,527.25)
Week 45 - Monday
The city woke on Monday morning to a new, chilling reality. Theo, already awake, his own lingering cough a faint but constant reminder of the virus, watched the news on his laptop, the volume low. The government, flanked by public health officials, had just concluded an emergency press conference. The announcement was a hammer blow to any lingering sense of normalcy. Effective immedi...
2025-06-24 03:40:18 +0000 UTC
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(Start of Week 44. Theo's Balance: $106
2025-06-24 03:36:09 +0000 UTC
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(Start of Week 43. Theo's Balance: $189
2025-06-24 03:33:46 +0000 UTC
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Hi All,
Firstly, apologies for not posting for a while.
Some of you might already be aware if you've seen the post on Royal Road, but to summarise, it was essentially a lot of comments and feedback on why the novel was starting to be about running a chicken shop as compared to leveraging his +1 powers more brutally (ie/ world domination). In my mind, the novel was always about making money, building business with a side helping from +1, rather than a novel where the +1 was the end...
2025-06-24 03:31:52 +0000 UTC
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Author's Note: Hey All, thanks
2025-06-12 23:43:28 +0000 UTC
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Quick authors note - apologies for the delay. As mentioned earlier, chapter sizes are creeping up again, as more and more stuff is happening in a week. From a Patreon perspective, it will be at least a minimum of a month ahead compared to Royal Road. As more advanced chapters become available even in draft format, I'm happy to put them here, but folks will just need to be aware there might be tweaks and changes as the drafts are finalised. So let me know if people are interes...
2025-06-11 06:15:01 +0000 UTC
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(Start of Week 40. Theo's Balance: $167
2025-06-07 11:35:16 +0000 UTC
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(Start of Week 39. Theo's Balance: $212
2025-06-03 03:24:16 +0000 UTC
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(Start of Week 38. Theo's Balance: $188,714.00)
Week 38 unfolded with the quiet hum of established machinery and the charged potential of new beginnings. Maria’s Charcoal Chicken and Old School Fish & Chips, under the capable stewardship of Henry and Olivia, churned out consistently high profits, their operations smoothed to near perfection by Theo’s hidden enhancements and the competence of his growing team. This stability was the bedrock upon which Theo now st...
2025-05-30 01:08:12 +0000 UTC
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So decided it would be fun to include some images where appropriate for some of the Power of +1 chapters as it might help people get a better visual of what is being enhanced, or what Theo is talking about sometimes.
Anyway, I'll start including these where appropriate into newer chapters that get uploaded, but will use a couple of posts to put together the pictures for the chapters that have already been posted!
This post will have pictures for the first 10 chapters. I'll do anot...
2025-05-28 01:04:19 +0000 UTC
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(Start of Week 37. Theo's Balance: $168,887.00)
Week 37 began under the banner of integration and initiation. Sarah was properly onboard and already tasked with several big pieces to investigate on top of initiatives she proposed. Her formidable intellect and energy now formally aligned with Plus One Investments. Ethan Chen, the passionate but struggling owner of The Bubble Tea Express, held the potential key to Theo’s third venture, waiting for the right moment to be...
2025-05-25 11:18:14 +0000 UTC
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(Start of Week 36. Theo's Balance: $149,519.00)
The dawn of Week 36 felt charged with a different kind of energy. Not the frantic scramble of launch weeks or the cold focus of sabotage, but the complex, slightly unnerving hum of building something bigger, something that required more than just his own singular efforts. Today was Sarah’s first official day as Director of Growth & Optimization for Plus One Investments LLC. His first real employee. His first potentia...
2025-05-19 11:21:12 +0000 UTC
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(Start of Week 35. Theo's Balance: $137,269.00)
Week 35 began with the feeling of multiple vectors converging. The successful delegation at Maria's and Old School had freed Theo from the operational trenches, allowing him to fully inhabit the role of strategist and architect. His cash reserves, fuelled by the relentless profitability of his enhanced businesses, were swelling at an accelerating rate, pushing past the $100k milestone he’d set for himself, and sitting co...
2025-05-16 11:40:40 +0000 UTC
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Elunara’s words landed in the tense silence of the Warden’s office with the force of a physical impact. Ancient magic? Potentially… more powerful than the elves? Me? William stared at the Elder Mage, his mind struggling to parse the request. It felt less like a strategic proposal and more like something generated by a malfunctioning random quest generator.
Okay, EMMA, he thought, pushing past the initial wave of disbelief, run a comparative analysis. Subject ...
2025-05-16 11:39:04 +0000 UTC
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William drifted awake slowly, surfacing through layers of profound exhaustion into a state of surprising clarity. The usual post-trauma system diagnostics, the grinding aches, the low-level pain alerts, the mental fog, were noticeably absent. He lay still for a moment, running an internal check. Muscles felt… used, certainly, like after an intense workout rather than being used as a goblin punching bag, but the deep, bone-jarring soreness from the landing and the impacts was muted, receding...
2025-05-16 11:38:33 +0000 UTC
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The heavy, silver-inlaid doors of the Royal Audience Chamber closed behind them, muffling the resonant hum of the chamber’s ancient magic, but doing little to dissipate the almost electric charge left by the King’s final pronouncement. Alliance. Agreed. The word echoed in William’s mind, a stunning, improbable data point that his internal systems were still struggling to fully process. They had walked in facing near-certain mission failure and walked out with… victory? Pr...
2025-05-16 11:37:56 +0000 UTC
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The challenge echoed in the vast, silent chamber. Show us, Lily had commanded, her silver eyes locking onto William, bypassing centuries of protocol, bypassing the High Council’s dismissal, bypassing everything. The focus of the entire room, the weight of two kingdoms, suddenly rested squarely on the shoulders of the injured human analyst lying on a stretcher.
William’s mind raced, EMMA struggling to process the audacious political manoeuvre even as it tried to cal...
2025-05-16 11:37:21 +0000 UTC
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The antechamber outside the Royal Audience Chamber was less a waiting room and more a tranquil pocket of sculpted nature held captive within impossibly elegant architecture. Smooth, pale wood flowed seamlessly into living trees whose roots were grounded somewhere deep beneath the polished floor, their branches forming intricate patterns across a ceiling that seemed impossibly high, filtering the soft, inherent luminescence of Lumenar into shifting patterns of emerald and gold. Water trickled ...
2025-05-16 11:33:46 +0000 UTC
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The fragile peace forged in shared relief and exhaustion didn't last long. Celendor had barely departed, leaving William grappling with the profound implications of the Healer's revelations, when firm footsteps approached the infirmary room door again. William instinctively tensed, projecting a sharp mental < Hide! > towards Snowy, who had been curiously sniffing at his discarded (+2) Wyvern armour. With a disgruntled mental sigh, the dragonet zipped back under the bed William was on ju...
2025-05-16 11:33:12 +0000 UTC
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The moment Celendor opened the door, revealing Julia and Caspian standing there, their faces etched with identical masks of profound worry, William knew the quiet analysis phase was over. He braced himself. Incoming emotional data stream. High volume anticipated.
He wasn't wrong. Seeing him awake, sitting up, albeit looking like he’d been used as a goblin trampoline, shattered their strained composure.
"William!" Julia cried out, her voice thick with tears she didn't bo...
2025-05-16 11:32:36 +0000 UTC
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The infirmary room felt unnervingly quiet after the Healer’s bombshell revelation. Celendor sat patiently, his ancient emerald eyes holding William’s gaze, radiating calm understanding but also an undeniable, intense curiosity. He hadn't just seen the impossible healing, he had seen the Ice Dragon Crystal too. He knew it was draconic. He knew it wasn't the source of the regeneration. He knew too much.
William’s mind raced, EMMA, still sluggishly recovering, struggled to r...
2025-05-16 11:32:04 +0000 UTC
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Standing in the doorway was an elf he didn't recognize. Tall, yes, slender, yes, but carrying an aura subtly different from Rynarion's wary command or Lily's bright curiosity. This elf radiated a deep, quiet stillness, an almost unnerving calm that spoke of immense age and knowledge held lightly. He wore simple robes of soft grey, unadorned except for intricate silver embroidery along the cuffs that seemed to subtly shift and flow like living script. His hair was the colour of moonlight on sn...
2025-05-16 11:31:35 +0000 UTC
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Consciousness didn't return, it almost seemed like it rebooted. Like a corrupted system file being painstakingly reassembled after a catastrophic power surge, fragments of awareness flickered online. After he had blacked out, he only had a vague recollection of a few things, Rynarion carrying him back to the main group, Julia, Roland and Jett rushing towards him after seeing his serious injuries, and someone helping him on horseback likely helping him to get back to Lumenar for treatment. Eve...
2025-05-16 11:31:08 +0000 UTC
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The sickening thump of the shaman’s head hitting the mossy ground echoed unnaturally in the brief pocket of violence around the strike team.
He blinked, the world swimming back into painful focus through a haze of concussion and the stinging gash on his cheek. He was lying sprawled on the damp earth, the coppery taste of blood thick in his mouth. Nearby, Rynarion stood over the shaman’s corpse, blade dripping, while Linwe, Faelar, and Elara efficiently dispatched the last f...
2025-05-16 11:30:36 +0000 UTC
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Air ripped past William’s face, a chaotic roar momentarily drowning out the sounds of battle below. He plummeted through the canopy, EMMA’s trajectory overlay a frantic blue line against the blur of green and brown. This wasn't controlled descent, it was calculated falling. Branches whipped past, tearing at his cloak, scraping against his enchanted armour. Aerodynamic profile: Suboptimal. Encountering unexpected turbulence... and twigs. Lots of twigs. A thick, unseen limb slammed...
2025-05-16 11:30:02 +0000 UTC
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High in the canopy, concealed by leaves thick as curtains, William stared down at the data and patterns below, his mind racing faster than the battle sounds drifting up. The goblin shaman, the lynchpin of the enemy assault, stood protected within a formidable cordon of veterans and worg riders. Direct assault was suicide. A simple diversion seemed statistically futile. Okay, EMMA, he pushed, feeling the familiar cool thrum of the system engaging, boosted by Lumenar’s potent ambient...
2025-05-16 11:29:35 +0000 UTC
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