Taking a day off.
This book was already 1.99 million words long, and writing at this point was honestly giving me a bit of a headache. There were too many loose ends, and I had to tie them up slowly.
It was getting close to the end.
Probably another 300,000 to 600,000 words or so.
Well, that depended on whether I tied up loose ends here while creating new ones there. If I stopped digging new holes, it would end sooner.
Since around the 700,000-word mark, this book had maintained daily updates of 6,000 words.
By now, I was really a little tired.
Taking a day off to clear my head.
There definitely would not be a rushed ending. I had already written why the protagonist transmigrated and was reborn; it was just that the protagonist did not know it yet.
As for the Higher-Dimensional Cube, it definitely would not be explained in this book, because there would be another book after this one.
But even so, wrapping things up was exhausting.
Mainly because I had been writing since February 2019, and I had taken at most one day off. I really had not rested properly.
The plot was in my head all day long—what to write tomorrow, how to make it funny, how to avoid putting in too much cringe.
Yeah, I was just... looking for an excuse to take a day off.
No illness or disaster.
Just a bout of laziness.
You get it, and so do I.
Yeah, I will not ask for Monthly Tickets. Go grab red packets instead. I am taking it easy.