Final Thoughts

Shen Yi's story lasted one year and nine months.

Thank you, big shots, for staying with me all the way.

Over this time, Little Nine learned many things, and I suppose this story has finally, if only barely, been given its closing period.

I know this ending may seem a little rushed.

This was the first book I ever finished, and also the first time I wrote more than two million words. Before this, the most I had written was six hundred thousand words—not even as much as any single map in this book.

For me, the process of finishing a story was completely unfamiliar. Fortunately, I finally made it through once, so whether it was good or not, I cherished it deeply.

Before this, I had absolutely no idea how a story was supposed to end.

All I could do was subtract—cutting the advancement path beyond Second Rank, simplifying the number of characters in the later stages, and making it as manageable as possible. Above all, I couldn't let it collapse at the end.

As for performance, at its best, this book reached an average of eighty-six thousand subscriptions. At its lowest, it fell to seventy-eight thousand.

Now that it had ended, it stood at just over eighty thousand average subscriptions.

Thank you to all the reader lords for your support. You big shots used your hard-earned money to uphold these results, yet I failed to bring everyone enough joy later on. I'm sorry for that.

Thank you to Editor Good Luck for the encouragement. Back when I was at six hundred thousand words, I was genuinely on the verge of breaking down. My editor helped me contact established authors and kept comforting me.

Later, when it had passed nine hundred thousand words and had just entered Southern Flood,