The Rider An Arc was finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally finished.
Let's see when I started writing the Rider An Arc.
May 3rd, 11:54 a.m.
And when was the final afterword posted?
September 24th, 3:31 a.m.
This was the longest and most difficult battle I'd ever fought. Before writing the end-of-volume notes, the Rider Arc's total word count stood at [507,138 words].
That was utterly insane.
Completely crazy.
Absolute bullshit.
Even if I'd thought about it with my big--toe back then, I never would have imagined the Rider An Arc could reach five hundred thousand words.
At the beginning, I estimated that the Rider An Arc would be around four hundred thousand to four hundred and twenty thousand words. And now it was five hundred thousand.
My original hope for the Rider An Arc was that it would become the longest arc in this book. Looking at it now, it gave me a "small" surprise—and a huge--scare.
That was, the Rider An Arc flopped.
Just take it as me venting. I knew the common problem with long arcs was severe audience loss, but I never expected the Rider An Arc to die this badly.
The first few chapters had subscriptions on par with the previous London Singularity arc, and then they plummeted. Now, fewer than a hundred people subscribed to each chapter.
For reference, my average subscriptions were around seven hundred.
A cliff-diving flop, a catastrophic death at around 60°C.
Perhaps an arc centered on one's own family was simply destined for this kind of ending in a work like this.
How should I put it? My feelings went from initial confusion and self-doubt, to anger and incomprehension, until they finally became the calm acceptance and understanding I had now.
At least, I