Chapter 295

At that moment, I felt like the sky was falling; I was just in the early stages of new book anxiety.

But since I wanted to write it, I posted it directly.

The results were unexpectedly good.

The trial run has been successful, it's on the click list, and readership is soaring.

Then, at the peak of its upward momentum, it stopped.

Because my writing wasn't good enough.

Pain.

A slap woke me up.

I don't actually have much talent. The most detailed outline I've ever done is the one where my Little Sister-chan identifies the Pseudo-human Yamauchi. The rest are just structural outlines. This is a normal practice because no one can guarantee that every book will be a hit. So, we need to adjust the pace and length based on feedback from the early stages.

This is something we've all seen many stories that seem to start strong but end weakly, because they suddenly take off unexpectedly, then start rushing to write and update excessively, ultimately burning themselves out.

There is actually an outline later on. People say I don't have an outline for every book I write, and I need to reflect on why people get that impression.

There was no way to consider the details beforehand; I was rushing to write everything.

Because I really didn't have any drafts saved up, I even took half a day off before the book was published.

But I still think the chapter I wrote before it was published was pretty good.

That was a plot I'd outlined but hadn't decided when to write, so I just wrote it while it was being published.

I love so much.

It seems like the two most satisfying storylines in the early stages were about the Little Sister-chan, and I might surprisingly like Horikita Suzune a lot.

By the way, I didn't actually like Angel that much at first, but honestly, as I was writing, I suddenly found myself drawn to her. Kikyo is such a beauty, the more I write, the more I like her.

The feeling of him actively grabbing your hand and pressing it upwards is something only those who know it understand; it's truly amazing. The way he acts like a little Angel on the surface but secretly complains and still clings to you, wanting to take a bite out of your shoulder, is absolutely exquisite. His unwavering pursuit adds a touch of depth, and with this contrasting attribute as its foundation, it's simply irresistible.

Cough.

In short, this offers a slight explanation for the possible supernatural elements in the plot, but it doesn't quite explain it...

Well, it all boils down to one sentence: I'm bad at the game.

I could have done better, but I didn't.

This is reality.

At the top, there's a senior figure in the unconventional diary genre. I had him take a look at the beginning of my book, and he revised it, making it from unreadable to passable. Then I just published the book.

The novel "The Dead Come Back to Life" was truly impressive in its early stages. To be frank, I wrote this book because I couldn't forget this theme after the author abandoned the project.

However, he has now been resurrected, though he's not really alive anymore.

Still on the topic of the head, there was another one later, well, also a senior figure. I would tentatively call myself one of his readers. I followed his book for a long time in its early stages, until I died and began to lose interest in this subject matter.

With 8,000 readers following, the first subscription to the largest bookshelf, the specialization of the God-man being, and the expansion of the crossover anime genre.

I actually really wanted to ask him for a date, but I didn't when he first started writing his book. I only started looking after it was on the bestseller list and had 8,000 reads... Um, I felt bad about it, it was kind of shameless of me.

After that, there's no need to look for it anymore since I didn't before; that's roughly the feeling.

They all performed better than me, and their skills are all superior to mine.

Sigh.

Incidentally, the current opening should actually be considered the third version in a strict sense.

The first version was written last year, only the beginning was written. I wanted to use the Death Note reference in the opening, but unfortunately someone had already written about this approach. Although his version, well, it didn't do very well, it's no fun to play the same trick.

So I changed it.

For the second version, I originally planned to treat Go as a prequel. I had already speed-completed Go before playing it in vocational school, and it might have leaned more towards a crossover anime writing style. However, the result was very poor. It was poorly written and a messy, disjointed piece.

So it was deleted, but the content about Go was kept. Yes, the joke about beating up the Penguin Man and tearing up her notebook, and the joke about opening the box of Toyokawa Sakiko, were originally planned to be included at the beginning.

Looking back, if it had really been written that way...

Then let's just wait to die.

Because that would mean I won't be writing `go` anymore, so why mention it at the beginning if I'm not going to write `go`?

What does it mean?

This is probably my old problem, or a common problem for new authors. Back when I wrote my first book, I quickly wrote over 100,000 words about the past, then killed the female lead to guide the story back to the original plot, and I got a lot of flak for it.

The second book was even more ambiguous, with about ten chapters of altered original plot written for a vague reason. The pre-transmigration world story was only introduced very late in the book, making it feel like a repetition of a grade.

The third book still didn't correct this problem; it didn't feature any cheat-like abilities, but instead spent the entire volume building up a sense of oppression, which led to a year of criticism.

While the third book shows improvement by no longer having a plot that emphasizes meaning, raising the target audience, and developing the protagonist to some extent, it still deserves criticism.

Reflecting on my past creative experiences can be considered a self-examination, or you can just take it as idle chatter. What I'm trying to say is that I might, perhaps, really... have made some progress?

It's possible that it isn't.

In a daze, I seemed to understand something, but I couldn't quite grasp it.

Read on for my next book, but it definitely won't be out anytime soon.

I might have to give it a try; it might succeed, or it might fail completely.

I originally planned to write a crossover of Steins; Gate, which is also a flop story, but I really want to write it.

A series of bad luck might mean ending up in a factory fixing screws; I feel terrified, anxious, and depressed.

I was already somewhat anxious when I was writing this book, although I think most people in society today are a little anxious or depressed.

He shouldn't die.

I'm pretty good at self-regulating; I play games occasionally, play more adult games, and read more hentai novels. I just might need to get my prostatitis treated.

Oh, and there's also sharing history! Sharing history is truly the secret to longevity! Everyone should share more of it; 90% of the fun in group chats comes from this.

A self-reflection, beginning, past achievements, future.

It feels like I said a lot, but also like I said nothing at all.

However, that's how the author's author-finished remarks are; it's just a place where the author rambles on.

There will always be regrets, but there will also be achievements.

Despite all the problems I've discussed, this book has genuinely helped me stand up straighter.

I can now also call myself a top-tier author.

Wow, this is amazing!

What you may not know is that even within the online novel author community, there are clear class divisions.

A clueless newbie entering the industry, a 100-level flop after many days of honing skills, a 1000-level flop after years of honing skills, a genius who enters the industry with 1000-level skills, and a seemingly insignificant but undeniably present threshold of 2000 level, top-tier (3000 level) powerhouse, top-tier (6000 level) powerhouse, 10,000-subscription god! Twelve Heavenly Kings! God! Platinum!

I used to be a weakling who struggled to even break through the initial challenges.

It received hundreds of thousands of subscriptions upon release, and three books in a row.

They dared not speak, dared not raise their heads, dared not utter a word without permission.

While you might not necessarily get your head stepped on, if you say something stupid, it might get screenshotted and circulated for eternity.

This book also made me lift my head a little.

Uh, no joke. I don't know about other places, but Group Two is pretty good.

Loyalty!

And then, oh, then.

The main text is finished, no problem. The plot should end here, you should be able to sense that, right? I've been trying my best to control my extraordinary abilities.

Because it's very pure, the extraordinary is the most overshadowing thing; having the extraordinary makes other Special Exam or Advanced Nurturing meaningless.

Therefore, I have never openly issued extraordinary rewards, nor have I mentioned whether the worldview has anything extraordinary or not.

My initial expectation was for the story to end here.

If you get good grades, or if you keep getting good grades, you might just make up a second-year syllabus and get in with some extraordinary skills, without having to deal with the Special Exam from the original work.

But no, so we'll end here.

I was constantly anxious while writing this book. I was anxious when my grades dropped, anxious when my writing was criticized, anxious when my stomach hurt, anxious when my hands resisted typing, anxious when I had to loosen my grip on the keyboard after writing two hundred words, anxious when I was trying my best to write but I was always criticized for writing poorly. There were very few days when I could write smoothly and fluently every day. I was stuck every day. The more I was stuck, the less I wanted to write, and the more I resisted typing.

His mental state continued to decline.

So, even though it has declined significantly, it is still better than the decline of the previous book. Although it was cut in half twice, it is still acceptable overall.

But I still ended it at this point.

I think I've resolved most of the foreshadowing, fixing what needed to be fixed and resolving what needed to be resolved. There were a few that were simply impossible to resolve in the main text...

I will write a side story.

Because the main text ends here, and it can only end here. I could probably continue writing, but I wouldn't be able to wrap it up at a suitable time.

Let's make a clean break. If I really cross the line between first and second grade and start writing for Special Exam, I might have to accelerate the whole process until I graduate from second grade or third grade, but there's really no need for that.

The main story hasn't reached a million words yet, but it's close. I'll try to add extras to see if I can reach a million words, at least to have a title that says a million words, so that it can be a passable ending, even if it's not perfect.

I clearly remember that some parts weren't retrieved, well, let's just consider them foreshadowing, or you could call them plot holes. One is Amazawa's appearance and reaction, another is the NPC's stat allocation, and the third is Subaru's... "Gospel." It's time to give Natsuki Subaru a Gospel. This is a plot I envisioned when I was writing that part of the story, so I'm going to write it.

(... While writing, I suddenly realized that things that weren't mentioned in the previous text, and stories that weren't in the main story, need to be extracted and written on the spot. It seems that... well, it's very difficult for me. Ideas are just ideas; without details, they absolutely cannot take shape. I can only say that you shouldn't have any expectations for this project. After all, it's just a side story. Just consider it as me writing something casually (wiping away tears)) -- This refers to the Diary Copy Natsuki Subaru's Gospel Diary.

As for the rest, groups AB and LB, Yuuki, Honma Meiko bring them out and satisfy them.

The order would be: Amazawa first, then the memory group, then the point-adding stuff, and finally RE0. Then I'll definitely run out of words, so I'll think about what else I can write.

There shouldn't be any more unresolved plot points, right? If there are, please let me know here, and I might include them, but it's unlikely I will.

There are six days left until next Friday. I won't update tomorrow. I'll just briefly pop up the update rankings, which is pretty useless. I'm still 90,000 words away from the million-word mark, so I'll round it up to 100,000 (I've changed my mind; I'll just update one chapter of 8,000 words each time. I feel like I'm doomed if I miss an update for even one day, sigh).

In short, that means 100,000 words in five days. Does anyone understand?

... If I had updated this efficiently before, I would be laughing.

Ha ha.

I really want to laugh. People only seem to unleash all their remaining vitality when they're about to die. Sigh, all I can do is sigh.

Then, although I wanted to write something more, I couldn't think of anything to write, so I'll leave it at that.

Yueshu.

Let me add a time stamp to this record, though I've forgotten if I'll ever add that.

2025.11.15

Above.

Side Story: 'The White Room'

The world has changed quietly.

Perhaps this is what it has always been, and he is simply no longer hiding it through his declaration.

... That being said, things on the surface remain calm, while the things hidden beneath still lurk in the shadows of the city.

For those who are extraordinary, there is one setting that is almost universal.

The principle of concealment.

Clearly defined boundaries, a clearly divided world, outsiders who should not be involved, and those who are forced to get involved.

Therefore, for an ignorant and mediocre person...

The world remains the same.

Ayanokoji Atsuomi is a mediocre person.