New Year's Eve

It was the end of another month. I had finally muddled through it—thanks to all my fellow Daoists for your votes and support, and thanks to the alliance leader from Sicily Fortress (tears in my eyes; the alliance leader didn't even ask for extra chapters, yet still updated one chapter every day. I really couldn't write any more).

I was actually completely recovered already. Next month, I would probably get my mindset in order and resume updating.

Today was December 31. Time really flew. I remembered that when I first started writing this book, it was around New Year. Back then, I wrote a few chapters and couldn't wait to post them directly. But when no one approached me to sign a contract for several days, I changed my mind, deleted it, and submitted it internally instead.

The reason was simple: I realized that every New Year, I was always writing novels. It was supposed to be New Year, with all the relatives gathered together to have fun, yet I would dawdle over my writing by myself for half a day. What a laugh...

So at the time, I thought I absolutely had to take a vacation this time. Thus, I deleted the book and only posted it after the New Year had passed.

I never expected that, in the blink of an eye, it would be New Year again. This book had gone from February 8 until now—almost ten months, nearly eleven. I had written 1.7 million characters so far, roughly 150,000 a month. I couldn't compare with the tentacle monsters, but compared with my former fixed pace of 120,000 characters a month, it was still pretty good.

After writing for a whole year, I felt that writing one book per year was best—not too long and not too