From eight in the morning until now, I'd been running around all day. I even fell asleep while waiting in line. What a trip.
I'm taking a day off. While I'm at it, let me mention that last month's plan was to finish the book within a thousand chapters. Of course, that was estimated based on ten-thousand-character chapters. Now it looks like the chapter count will break a thousand—this is killing my obsessive-compulsive tendencies.
It's already reached the later stages, and the plot has been accelerating. That's also because I feel that at this point, if the protagonist merely keeps growing stronger, there isn't much point in writing it out in such detail.
Once he recognized himself and understood what he was pursuing, it was basically the late stage. His growth and the burdens he carried had gradually stabilized.
Everyone probably knows that among most of the supporting characters in this book, those who pursued strength and power were only a minority. Power was merely a means; in the final analysis, what they pursued was never power itself.
This is the story I wanted to write. Sadly, my writing ability is limited, and my condition fluctuates. Sometimes I'm satisfied with it myself, sometimes I'm not. It also counts as recognizing my own capabilities, which is a good thing—at least there's still room for improvement.
No matter what, I've worked so hard to write this far. Come what may, I have to put my heart and soul into finishing it properly. Otherwise, when I think back on it in the future, it will surely be a great regret.
I expect it to end in around two months. I'll strive to pull myself together in this final stretch.
I'm so sleepy my mind is muddled, so I just rambled a few nonsense