It was about to go premium. Success or failure hinged on this. I begged all you big shots for your subscriptions.
There weren't many words when it went premium, but there was no helping it. Even for the full-attendance bonus, I couldn't bear to give up. I really needed money right now.
But later on, I would make some chapters free—the ones that needed buildup and introductions, the ones you all complained were filler. By then, I would write more and release them for free.
Consider it a way to make up for the free chapters. I hoped everyone would continue supporting me.
When I started this book, I was at the lowest point in my life. My father had just undergone surgery for stomach cancer, and my previous book had been banned only a month after going premium.
You could say I was on the verge of breaking down back then. Fortunately, I managed to pull through.
But maybe I was just cursed with bad luck. The art studio my sister and I opened was now half-dead too, on the verge of shutting down.
My father had recovered from the surgery, but now he needed chemotherapy.
Don't think I was trying to play the victim. This was true. Readers who had read my first book knew that. That book went premium at four hundred thousand words, and its subscriptions weren't particularly high either. I never played the victim then.
I was a pretty laid-back person. As long as I had enough money to live on, that was fine. But now I had no choice; I was being forced into this. One chemotherapy session cost quite a lot.
I'd never had any special talents since childhood. Maybe I was just more persistent than most people, so I would do my