Honestly, this book wasn't doing well. It had reached its most dangerous moment.
Today, You Long left me a message. He sighed too, then told me bluntly, "Ghost God, this book of yours has flopped."
My heart immediately sank. What? I'd flopped again, and again, and again, and again?
Why "again"? Readers who knew Ghost God might think of Supreme Immortal Kingdom and Great Artifact Sect, but what many of you didn't know was that I'd written plenty of other books. Even before 2006, there were all sorts of pen names nobody knew and lousy works ranging from just over ten thousand characters to several million. Some were still around, some had long since been gobbled up by the censorship crab, and some were almost completely gone even from my own memory.
More than ten years!
How many decades did a person get in one lifetime? Web fiction had long since become an inseparable part of my life, yet the fucking memories it left me were of an endless road of failure. I couldn't accept that!
Perhaps the one thing I had over many nameless ghosts in the web-fiction world was that, after all these years, I was somehow still surviving in it.
Seriously, Ghost God was no fresh-faced newcomer. I was a veteran who had watched Qidian rise as an unexpected force and come to dominate web fiction. I had witnessed the prosperity of the desktop era, the great mobile wave, and even the IP craze. I had watched one superstar after another-Chen Dong, Potato, Tomato, Divine Machine-rise and flourish. Yet most of the time, I was just someone on the fringes between web fiction and real life: obscure, finding my own little pleasures, a nobody forever struggling along the failure line. That was why I never wanted to