I started this book last October, and by this September, it had been a full year.
My first year as a writer had felt pretty good.
The reason My Godhood Journal came into being was, in truth, just a single thought of mine.
For no reason at all, a question suddenly sprang up in my mind: Did this universe have real gods? I thought that as long as time kept flowing, gods would eventually be born.
Then if gods existed, who would the first god be?
And how would the first god be born?
It was precisely these questions that gave me the idea of writing a novel about "the first god."
Then, in my understanding—mind you, this was only my understanding; different people had different understandings—the path Su Hao walked and the things he mastered were roughly what "the first god" ought to possess.
Many readers said there was still so much more that could be written. That was indeed true. As long as I drank water every day, there would always be things I could write about...
But this was, after all, the story of Su Hao growing into the universe's "first god."
Su Hao had achieved his goal. His story was basically complete, and so this book should end as well.
Of course, you could also think that I simply couldn't keep writing.
Some readers also suggested discovering a new civilization in the universe to oppose Su Hao, launching an earth-shaking war.
Ahem! What did it mean to stay true to one's original aspiration? This was what it meant to stay true to one's original aspiration.
What I wrote was the birth of the universe's "first god." If I rashly added an incomparably powerful opponent to trade blows with Su Hao, then the godhood journal I