After a year, Prisoner had come to an end.
Carrot Ball had written the early part of this book with tremendous passion, but as it went on, he gradually found himself unable to keep up. The main reason was that he had fallen into the dilemma of not knowing how to continue or how to wrap it up.
Overall, he was extremely dissatisfied with how this story had turned out.
That was true in every respect.
He did not know how to describe his state of mind. Perhaps, at the end of the day, his skill simply was not good enough.
It was regrettable, and shameful.
He felt deeply sorry toward the few readers who had continued following the updates. The later updates had been a mess, and even after taking a long break, he still had not managed to deliver an ending that satisfied everyone.
For that, Carrot Ball sincerely apologized to everyone.
He was so, so sorry.
In the closing remarks for his previous book, he had promised to bring everyone an interesting story, yet he had failed to keep that promise.
Sorry.
As usual, he should report the results to everyone.
Prisoner's average subscriptions were 4,800, down from its peak of 5,000 half a year ago. This was to be expected, after all—the drop in quality had been plain to see.
Compared with The Villain, Prisoner was far inferior.
In truth, the preparation for this book had far surpassed that of The Villain, yet the result had still fallen short of expectations. There were too many factors involved, so he would not dwell on them.
If you made a mistake, you had to admit it; if you got beaten, you had to stand at attention.
Please feel free to criticize him as you pleased. Carrot