For the first time in my life, I was typing these four words as a title.
After writing for so many years, I had finally finished a book. Sob, I was tearing up, everyone!
By all rights, this book should have ended in February last year. Various reasons dragged it out for another year. I was truly guilty, and I offer you all my repentance and apologies.
Especially to those readers who could still see this final note—after monthly updates for so long, you still kept it on your bookshelf and checked for updates. I was simply too ashamed to show my face.
—How could I drag it out for an entire year? I really deserved to die!
But my habit of picking fights with my own royalties hadn't started just yesterday. Old readers who had followed me all the way from One Piece: Swift Wind Swordsman had probably long gotten used to this nonsense of mine... At least this time, I finally finished it. That was some progress, wasn't it? (very quietly)
Now then, allow me to get into the main body of these closing remarks and properly reflect a little.
First, the results.
I wrote this book on and off for two years. Its performance was actually pretty decent, I suppose—over eight thousand in peak average subscriptions, thirty thousand in peak subscriptions. I missed Qidian's best anti-piracy period, though; otherwise, it probably could have easily reached ten thousand average subscriptions.
At the beginning, I started this book in a real hurry. I wrote three thousand words and immediately published it. I had no outline or saved chapters whatsoever, and since I hadn't seriously written a book in years, the first few chapters were terribly wordy. Every day felt like painfully squeezing toothpaste from a tube.
It took about