End of This Testimonial

The story of the second generation of immortals ends here.

When I finished writing this book.

don't know why.

I heaved a sigh of relief.

There is a sense of relief.

It was as if a burden had been lifted.

It seems that an extremely important task has been completed.

It feels different from the feeling after writing False Fairy.

It didn't bring me joy and fulfillment.

When writing a book becomes a burden.

That feeling is really hard.

Those who have not experienced it will not understand.

Especially when that kind of torture lasts for almost a year straight.

Now I finally feel relaxed.

There is a feeling of freedom.

In order not to affect everyone's mood of reading.

There are some things I can only say here.

yes.

I wrote this book with great enthusiasm.

I also vowed that I will write the story well and present a perfect story to everyone, but I missed the appointment, I can't do it...

I write books full time.

It is no longer possible to live in the world of books regardless of income and grades.

Especially when money is needed for everything I do and I am the breadwinner of the family.

Writers are people too, and they need to live.

When hit first.

It's when it first hit the shelves.

At that time, the first order was significantly lower than expected.

But I kept reassuring myself that it was okay.

If you keep writing to the end, there will be more and more people, and the results will get better and better.

I did persevere.

But the results are not getting better.

I can't stop trying to figure out what the problem is.

But I can't find it.

I can only follow the original rhythm.

Go down step by step.

It seems to be moving forward step by step.

But it feels like I'm stuck in a quagmire step by step.

The reality is.

The number of people chasing books is gradually decreasing.

Income is also slowly dwindling.

The worse the grade.

I'm not in the mood to write anymore.

The more I am in the mood to write.

The grades get worse.

Slowly fell into a vicious circle.

I know this is wrong.

I also know that writing a book must be positive, optimistic and full of enthusiasm.

But I can't control and manage my emotions...

The feeling of watching your grades decline day by day, you can't understand it without personal experience.

Especially when your grades also determine whether you can support your family.

In the middle of writing, I even had the urge to make it a eunuch.

But every time I have this urge, I will think of what I said to you in the testimonials on the shelves, the high fighting spirit at that time, and my promises and oaths at that time.

I gritted my teeth and persisted.

Think about what I said at the beginning, do you want to go back on your word?

Anyone can live up to it, but not the readers!

This is what I keep saying to myself, constantly reminding myself that I can't give up.

I also thought about ending in a hurry, compressing the rhythm to dozens of chapters, solving the battle as soon as possible, and finishing a story quickly.

But in this way, it will definitely be unfinished, and this is not what I want.

I don't want readers who like me and support me to see a bad ending.

I want to try to tell a story well, start well and end well, even if there aren't many people who support it.

I did at first, too.

I can tell the story, step by step.

However, my world view is too extensive. To tell a complete story, too many chapters and too many stories are needed. It is conservatively estimated that I will have to write it for another year or two.

And write to the end.

My grades are getting worse and worse.

The income is getting less and less.

It's like falling into the abyss step by step.

Step by step into the quagmire.

Do you want to go on like this?

I tell myself.

I asked myself.

I tossed and turned countless times, suffered from insomnia, and fell into the torment and torment of reincarnation.

A desire to open a new book is getting stronger and stronger in my heart.

Especially when you have a good idea and feel that writing it will definitely become popular.

Especially when the author friends around me opened new books one by one, and their grades beat me by a dozen blocks.

I am getting more and more humble, I am getting smaller and smaller.

I was forgotten in the dust by countless people.

That feeling is getting stronger and stronger...

The idea of ​​opening a new book, which began to appear from the time of more than six hundred chapters.

I also want to finish writing The Second Generation of Immortals well, at least give readers who follow the book a perfect explanation, and then open a new book. But sometimes, it's not that I want to write the story well, and the story just pops out by itself.

Yes, many things cannot be accomplished by my wishful thinking.

Friends who have written books should know that the state of the author greatly affects the quality of the book.

And my condition was very bad at that time.

I can't write a story well, have no passion, no joy, and fall into anxiety about life.

Eunuch, sorry readers.

Unfinished, sorry readers.

I want to write well, but if I write badly, I am sorry for the readers.

Hey……

This is a vicious circle.

Torturing my own vicious circle.

Finally, I am still sorry to the readers.

I'm actually quite satisfied with the ending I wrote.

But looking at the feedback in the comments, it seems that the readers are not very satisfied.

So.

Sorry to the readers who have been following up to the end.

sorry.

I still compromise with reality.

Presented to you a not-so-perfect story.

I will take some time off.

Adjust the state well.

When will I write again.

I have no idea.

Hope one day in the future.

We found a particularly good book on the Internet.

Suddenly found out.

Yo, isn't this the book written by that spicy chicken snail?

I also chased after the second generation of garbage immortals written by him.

I didn't expect him to be so good at writing books now.

(laugh)