Actually, Lao Mi could have kept writing. He felt he could have dragged it out for another 500 chapters.
But there was no need.
Lao Mi should count as an author who wrote on passion.
How should he put it?
When the feeling was there, his typing speed went wild. When the feeling was gone, his typing speed became as slow as a snail's.
Lao Mi was actually somewhat conflicted about setting this as the ending. After all, to a certain extent, this wasn't the true ending. At most, it could only be considered the prologue to the grand finale.
But...
Lao Mi still chose to end it here.
The reason was simple.
This chapter should have been the most hilarious and the happiest. If he really wrote in detail about the battles after the grand finale, there would probably be casualties. Marvel thought that killing off Iron Man and Black Widow was about considering logic for the sake of the story.
But...
It began with Iron Man, and it ended with Iron Man!
Iron Man died, and Marvel died too!
So...
The grand finale!
This book was uploaded on January 24. He did the math—one times one is one, one times two is two, one times three... It had been roughly six months. Six months, nearly three million words, averaging fifteen thousand words a day.
Not bad.
At least it had a beginning and an end.
Lao Mi had already uploaded the new book. It was an original work and should count as a mutated version of the Spiritual Qi Revival genre.
The new book currently had 120,000 words in reserve.
This year, there was an outbreak in Guangzhou, and Lao Mi got through it. The hospital was sealed off, then he went out on a support mission. After