Hello, everyone. First, I want to apologize to everyone who has been following this story. This book can only come to a hasty end here for now.
I'm still a first-year high school humanities student myself, and my studies are truly too demanding. I simply couldn't squeeze out enough time to update consistently, so I had no choice but to end it early.
I originally started writing this book because other people's stories didn't feel satisfying enough, and I wanted to write something I liked myself. But once I actually began, I realized I still had many shortcomings and was far behind many other authors. Later on, because I had so little time, I mostly only wrote rough outlines, while AI helped fill in the details. The quality also failed to remain consistent, and I feel very sorry for letting everyone down.
This farce of creation will end here for now.
I truly, deeply thank everyone for your support and understanding all this way. When summer vacation comes, or when I have time, I'll start a new book. Then I'll strive to update steadily and write with more care.
Finally, I'll end with a doggerel poem.
When I first tied up my hair, my ambitions soared, wishing to stand as tall as the heavens.
I looked down on all beneath me, never thinking to look far ahead.
My eyes fell upon common folk everywhere, believing none in the world could contend with me.
Only later did I realize it was too late; in the end, I became Emperor Yin of Han.