It had been a long time since I last opened a single-chapter note. I hadn't expected it to be another name change.
June was definitely the darkest month since I started writing this book. From the second onward, traffic was almost completely cut off.
At first, I thought it was just normal fluctuation, that it would get better after a couple of days. I didn't expect it to be a cliff-like plunge.
As of now, new subscriptions have already been cut in half. It's almost entirely the old readers supporting me, while new readers can be counted on one's fingers. All of a sudden, no one was reading anymore.
I didn't understand. The follow-up subscriptions this month were clearly increasing, so why were average subscriptions and subscriptions constantly dropping? Today, I couldn't even hold onto half of last month's new additions.
I would rather all the data be falling, because that would mean I was writing badly. If the writing was bad, I could change it. But in the current situation, I didn't even know where the problem was.
When bad luck came, even drinking cold water got stuck between your teeth. The novel was a complete mess, and over at the company, I was also going through the resignation process. I hadn't gained a single thing.
Sometimes I even wanted to find a temple and go worship.
The editor had already given all the recommendations they could. Only a name change left a single thread of life. I'd gritted my teeth and held on for a month, and been anxious for a month too. Whether it worked or not, it was still a method. If I didn't change it, I was afraid my own mentality would collapse first.
This book really had been repeatedly jumping back and forth on