Good news: the book would go premium at midnight tonight. The VIP chapters would probably be released a few minutes after twelve.
From its release until now, this book had gone through far too many ups and downs. The data had been poor at first, then the smart recommendations brought in a little more.
Ever since my last book ended, I had developed some health problems. I rested for a while, but still decided to start another book.
The hospital told me to rest and said I could not keep exhausting myself like this for the time being. But after thinking it over, writing was my dream. I could give everything for that dream.
As long as the book went premium, I would write myself to death.
A tiny demon of illness—laughable, laughable.
Pain and sickness could not stop me. I had countless fellow readers walking alongside me; together, we could ward off every evil demon.
If sickness stood in my way, I would clutch a sharp sword and hack through thorns and brambles.
After it went premium, I had a plan: ten thousand words a day for one month.
That was right, ten thousand words a day for one month.
I had to make sure everyone enjoyed themselves, and not disappoint everyone's continued support.
The first-day subscriptions were extremely important, so this little brother was asking everyone for a first subscription here.
Although my health was not in great shape, ten thousand words a day for one month would not be a problem.
Please support the first-day subscriptions. Thank you, everyone.
My deepest thanks.
Lastly, I would like to offer up a batch of my friends' books.
"Ever Since People in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period Thought I Was a Heavenly God," by Salty Fish