Closing Remarks

First of all, I want to apologize to all the wonderful homies who supported me.

I said with my last book that I wouldn't take any breaks with this one, but man proposes and heaven disposes. Really... sigh.

Then there were my health issues, which left this book with many shortcomings.

Some wonderful homies said that ever since I got sick and spent seven days in the hospital, the quality of the book had been getting worse and worse. That was indeed true, and I still have to say I'm sorry.

There wasn't much interesting going on in my life.

My parents could take care of themselves, and I was in a state where feeding myself meant the whole family was fed.

I didn't have a partner or friends, either.

There were only two things that made me happy.

One was playing games, but I'd had gaming burnout for a long time now. Nothing could get me interested.

The other was writing novels. I didn't know whether it was some unique talent or what, but writing novels made me happy.

Maybe because my prose and expression were too poor, some scenes that left you completely unmoved would make me cry, laugh, and feel exhilarated while writing them. (During my recovery, I'll properly work on my expression and plot pacing.)

The reason I managed to keep writing this book until now was that writing novels made me happy. Otherwise, with what happened to my grandmother and my health, it would have been hard to keep going.

Next, I'll rest and recuperate for a while, properly get my health back in order, get hospitalized when I need to, and stop staying up late when I shouldn't.

I'm the type with low health but fast regeneration. I often feel unwell, but after