Last night, when Old Moon saw that the monthly votes had been overtaken, he felt somewhat disheartened. But then he ran into a senior author in the group, who gave him a stern telling-off. If he could not even endure such a tiny setback, how could he write a novel millions of words long?
Old Moon felt as if enlightenment had been poured over his head. That was right—if he could not weather even this small setback, how could he write such a long novel? Besides, there was still a long way to go this month. Only eight days had passed, and the gap ahead was not large at all—or rather, there was practically no gap. We mages had so many readers; could we really not charge our way up?
This month, Old Moon would never lightly speak of giving up. He hoped everyone could join him and charge upward once more!
Please give me a monthly vote—votes, clicks, anything would do. I am begging you! There would be two more updates tonight... (To be continued)