Red Heart Patrolling the Heavens went through a long period of obscurity.
Though I possessed an almost blind faith in myself, believing in the dead silence of the long night, when all around was still, that I shone brightly—that my voice would one day thunder across the land—and believing this to be a brilliant and enchanting world.
Still... to keep walking forward alone, resisting every kind of pain and temptation in the darkness, looking up at the sky without knowing how much longer the long night would last—this feeling was terribly hard to endure.
Fortunately, during that time, there were always some readers continuously encouraging me, telling me—Ashen, you're wonderful. You're so talented. The novels you write are amazing!
That was the era of zero bad reviews.
Those scant few hundred genuine readers offered cheers to that loneliness, accompanying a stubborn and self-absorbed person as we created an immortal-hero world that belonged to us.
How lonely we were then, and yet how fiercely we burned.
Manxi became a Red Heart reader during that time.
His anime-loving friend, Little Chai, recommended this novel to him. At the time, its performance was so poor it overturned everything he thought he knew.
He started a thread in the review section, updating his reading experience. His posts had the air of a big spender—"Today I got to xxx, tipped xxx. Then I got to xxx, tipped xxx..."
Later, he became an Alliance Leader.
Then he noticed that other books all had community managers, so he tried becoming one.
I didn't understand the rules of web novels at all—not recommendations, not PKs; even now, I still don't understand them. He didn't understand anything either. He couldn't even make an event post properly and had to ask about everything.
One thing left an especially deep impression