Mysterious Daoist of Madness had finally come to an end. This book had gone from 3,553 first-day subscriptions to nearly 120,000 average subscriptions now. Honestly, I really never expected it to do this well.
After all, when I first started writing it, the goal I set for myself was simply not to starve while writing full-time. Yet I never expected my niche novel to find so many people on the same wavelength.
Fox Tail would like to thank every reader here for your love, and thank every reader for your support. Without all of you readers, Mysterious Daoist of Madness would not have achieved what it had today. Thank you, friends.
It was finally finished. Right now, I felt a little happy and a little melancholy. Happy, of course, because I no longer had to update every day or rack my brains daily over where the plot would go.
What made me melancholy was that, back when I was a reader, whenever I finished a book, I would always feel empty inside. I never expected that now, as an author, I would feel the same way after finishing one.
But no feast under heaven lasts forever. Fire Brother had suffered enough; it was time for him to rest properly. Let his story come to an end, then. I wished Fire Brother a happy life in his world until the day he died.
As for the genre of my next book, readers with their ears to the ground probably already knew: it would be Cyberpunk.
Reader friends might ask why I was not continuing with Lovecraftian fiction. That was because, after writing two Lovecraftian works in a row, both my own stories and the Lovecraftian inspiration pool had been drained dry.
If I forced myself to keep writing Lovecraftian fiction, plenty