After one year and fifteen days, and 1.5 million Chinese characters, this book finally came to an end. If I had to score it out of 100, I could give it no more than 70.
Writing this far also showed me so many of my own shortcomings. I didn't catch COVID during the first wave, but after my first infection last May, I kept getting sick-fevers, constipation, stomachaches. Basically, my whole body was riddled with problems, and my condition declined a lot.
Especially toward the end of the book, there were so many things I wanted to write well, but the spirit was willing and the flesh was weak. Even sitting for too long made me very uncomfortable. Now that it's finished, I'm planning to do some running and get my body back into shape.
Thank you to all my dear reader benefactors who stayed with me this far. I know there were plenty of things I didn't write well, but I really did try my best. Please understand that, toward the end, my body genuinely couldn't take much more. Ever since I caught COVID, my health just kept getting worse. I don't know whether any of you have experienced the same thing.
Returning to the novel itself, this book certainly had some flaws. Since I mainly wrote about Douluo I, I simply couldn't portray Tang San as an exceptionally intelligent person, because I honestly thought he acted like an idiot so much of the time. I figured everyone was reading this book for some fun. Some parts admittedly dumbed things down a little, but as long as watching Tang San get tormented made everyone happy, that was enough.
Oh, right-there are still some loose threads in this book. I'll tie them up later in side stories.
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