I already explained why I was writing "Douluo" fanfiction in the previous chapter's comments.
Before this, I had also started another book under this same author account. That one also involved traveling across four timelines, with a Martial Soul that evolved toward the Clow Card Book.
At 30,000 Chinese characters, my editor messaged me privately: the numbers weren't good enough, so there would be no contract. It was rejected outright.
A few days later, I started this book.
On the 18th of last month, my editor messaged me privately again. The numbers still weren't good enough, and it couldn't be signed.
My editor advised me to write original fiction instead, something in the urban high-martial-arts genre. He even patiently laid out a rough outline for me.
He really was dedicated.
I had worked with four different editors before, and he was the one who talked with me the most. He even reached out to me first, rather than waiting for me to contact him.
Heed good advice, and you'll have a full belly. A professional's judgment couldn't be far off, so I stopped updating right then.
Then, the very next day, the 19th, Azure Fox, an editor from Group Eight, fished me out.
I didn't think my book was all that good. The reason I immediately grabbed the ladder Editor Azure Fox offered and abandoned my original work was that I truly couldn't let go of my lingering regrets about the "Douluo" series.
I thought I should write a Douluo fanfic, to give some closure to those middle-school days when I curled up under the covers reading.
From its opening to now, this book had traveled a rough road, with no one expecting much from it. I had supported it all the way here simply to comfort my twelve- or