At last, it was finished. Time to celebrate~ Time to celebrate~
It was a rather clichéd happy ending, but perhaps it was the best ending for both me and this book. Personally, I didn't like tragedies, nor did I want to write about tragic regrets. Every book truly contained my heart and soul. Read
Now that it was finished, let me also talk about this book's journey and my own state of mind along the way.
Before starting this book, I'd already been a flop for years. I kept writing, yet remained clueless and never truly found my way in. At one point, I even gave up writing altogether and, like any ordinary student, studied, graduated, and found a job.
Until later, when I increasingly realized that this wasn't the life I wanted. My desire to write grew stronger and stronger, until I could no longer stand my previous job and resolutely quit to return home.
(Don't imitate me, seriously! Don't! Even if you really want to take this path, you should only quit after you've achieved results. Before you can make a living from it, it can only be a hobby at most.)
I couldn't remember exactly how long after quitting it was, but I remembered one night when, in the span of a single all-nighter, I excitedly came up with the initial concept for this book in one go.
I liked Marvel Comics—or, more precisely, I liked Iron Man. I liked that kind of worldview filled with all sorts of black technology. At first, I wanted to write an original story with a similar setting, but I found my skills lacking and had no idea where to begin, so I settled for writing Marvel Comics fanfiction instead.
But there were quite a lot of Marvel Comics stories at