Final Thoughts
The story of Celestial Second Generation ended here.
When I finished this book.
For some reason.
I let out a long, heavy sigh of relief.
It felt as though a weight had been lifted.
As though a burden had been taken from my shoulders.
As though I had completed an immensely important task.
It felt different from when I finished Fake Immortal.
It did not bring me joy or fulfillment.
When writing became a burden.
That feeling was truly agonizing.
Those who had never experienced it would not understand.
Especially when that torment went on continuously for nearly a year.
Now, at last, my whole body felt light.
I had a sense of freedom.
So as not to affect everyone's mood while reading.
There were some things I could only say here.
Yes.
Back then, I began writing this book filled with immense enthusiasm.
I once solemnly swore that I would write this story well, that I would present everyone with a perfect story—but I broke my promise. I could not do it...
As someone who wrote full-time.
I could no longer ignore income and results, living wholeheartedly in nothing but the world of my book.
Especially when everything required money, and I was the pillar of my Household.
Writers were people too. They needed to make a living too.
The first blow came.
When the book first went premium.
At that time, the first-day subscriptions were far below expectations.
But I kept consoling myself, telling myself it was all right.
If I persevered and kept writing, more and more people would come, and the results would get better and better.
And I did persevere.
But the results did not get better and better.
I kept searching for where the problem lay.
But I could not find it.