Leave Request

At noon today, someone decided to have a little drink in pursuit of inspiration.

Plum wine was sweet and delicious.

So they ended up drinking too much.

Then, after waking up in the evening, they found that they had indeed found inspiration—but it was all completely off the rails, with not even the slightest connection to this book.

Well... Old Master Black Tortoise and Great God Vermilion Bird made a thousand-year pact, each raising successors to duel and decide the direction of this world's development or something... Why would I have such a strange dream?

Worse still, when someone sat down at the computer and decided to start writing, they found their head groggy and muddled, unable to stop thinking about all sorts of nonsensical things.

There was really no way to write in this state, so they could only ask for leave.

Today's update will be made up tomorrow... or the day after.