In the blink of an eye, this book had reached over six million words. In another three months, it would have been two full years. To be honest, Xiao Chen had never expected this book to make it this far. Not long ago, it had just passed two thousand chapters. What kind of concept was that? If someone had told me two years ago that I would write a two-thousand-chapter novel, I wouldn't have believed it even if you beat me to death.
Without a doubt, it was all thanks to everyone's support that this book—and Xiao Chen—had made it step by step to where it was today.
By now, Xiao Chen was utterly exhausted in both body and mind. There was no need to even mention his physical condition. After writing for several years, he had every occupational ailment a webnovel author could have, and his health had grown very poor.
Mentally, he was even more exhausted. Every update wore him down more than the last. Some people might not understand. It was like moving bricks: at first, moving ten bricks, even a hundred bricks, was quick enough. But what if you moved ten thousand bricks in a row? Then every single brick became incomparably heavy.
Being an author was also a profession with no days off, all 365 days of the year. In other words, ever since I started writing, for nearly two years now, my nerves had been stretched taut at all times. I wasn't some great god of writing, so I didn't dare stop updating whenever I pleased. Every day I woke up already owing nine thousand words. That feeling was terrible. After carrying that kind of pressure for two years, one could imagine what it was like.
I wasn't saying this to win anyone's sympathy.