I remembered when I first started Ghost Messenger. It was 9 p.m. on March 22, 2021.
Before I knew it, Ghost Messenger had been with us for nearly a year.
This year...
The numbers had been poor. I had been criticized. And I had barely managed to find some success.
But having all of you accompany me along the way, seeing every landscape across the Wasteland together, was already one of life's blessings.
Ghost Messenger had reached its conclusion here.
Some people said the ending moved a little too quickly, that it should have slowed down. Slowed down even more.
I understood that too.
But for the characters in this book, from the moment they appeared to their final endings, their fates had already been decided.
Sometimes, passing over things in haste was not such a bad choice, was it?
At least it let everyone hold their own unique fantasies in their minds.
Wang Ye's story had drawn to a close here.
But our lives still had to go on.
It had been an immense honor to have all of you with me during this year on Tomato.
Perhaps, with a change of heart and renewed determination, we could walk through our second year together, our third year. Perhaps even longer.
I wondered whether you would be interested in climbing Tomato's higher peaks together and witnessing more prosperous sights.
Once upon a time, there was a Town Demon Pass.
Once upon a time, there was such a pass.
Once upon a time, there was such a group of people.
Every inch of that pass was stained with blood.
These people would not return unless they died.
All so that amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, in their final moments, when they turned around, they could see the