It's finished!
As I wrote the final word, I still couldn't help feeling a little complicated.
There was the relief of a burden lifted, but even more than that, an indescribable reluctance. I couldn't bear to say goodbye to Wu Heng's story just like this.
That guy who summoned skeletons in the Ruins and frantically amassed troops in the apocalypse had finally reached the end of the journey with everyone.
Every story had to end eventually. For me, being able to bring this one full circle was a kind of fulfillment.
Now that it was complete, I could finally truly breathe a sigh of relief.
Over the past two years, I could write more at the beginning, but later on it became harder and harder to keep up. I could only persist by slowly writing four thousand words a day.
Sometimes, I'd stare at the screen with my thoughts running wild. If only I could summon a Skeleton Soldier like Wu Heng to help me write—how great would that be... Unfortunately, I wasn't a Necromancer.
This book was my first attempt at the 'Dual Crossing' genre.
My experience was limited, and my writing still wasn't mature enough, so there were inevitably quite a few plot holes and flaws.
What stood out most in my memory was the part near the beginning about gold. I made a fool of myself. I really hadn't had much contact with gold—I'd never even touched it—so I gave everyone a laugh.
There were quite a few similar issues. I went back and fixed what I could, but in some places, I truly didn't know where to begin, so I could only take them as lessons.
Of course, those of you who made it to these final thoughts were all longtime readers who had gritted your