The moment I finished writing, I realized that today was March 8th.
Two years ago, on March 8th, Apocalypse Forecast officially uploaded its prologue. By this year's Women's Day, two years had passed, and I had happened to finish the ending of Volume Twelve.
All I could say was that time flowed like water, the years flew like a shuttle... I had written three million words in two years. Both the length and update volume far exceeded anything I had imagined before.
Once again, thank you all for your generous support.
In fact, I had never written anything this long before.
But it had truly been so much fun to write that I didn't even care how painful writer's block was. Still, there was no denying that the closer I got to the final third, the greater the pressure became. I always wanted to deliver a perfect wrap-up and ending, one that could at least live up to everyone's support and expectations.
I'll grit my teeth and hold on without falling apart, hone my blade skills, and reach new heights.
And work hard at writing satisfying, feel-good stories!
Anyway, a new volume had ended, so as usual, I would rest for a few days.
Then I would go sleep for a few more hours, get up tonight, and keep grinding away at the manuscript... I hoped that, in the foreseeable future, everyone would like what I had produced during this time orz.