"Ah, fuck, ow, ow, ow..."
When my hands typed those words on the keyboard again, I couldn't help feeling as though a lifetime had passed.
This was my debut work. Really. It was rough, wild, and unrestrained. Back when I typed that line, I didn't even know what it meant. This book carried a somewhat laughable wish, and looked like some kind of bizarre creation. Some parts were even childish.
But this was the first book I had written with my own hands.
I drew the curtains, let my mind go blank, and finally returned to reality.
More than 400 days later, when I typed the title of the latest chapter, I suddenly snapped awake. This book was about to end.
Believe me, no one felt this moment more deeply than I did.
I loved reading novels and web fiction. In fourth grade, I had already encountered the concept of web fiction ahead of other children my age. Back then, I especially hated authors who updated slowly, carelessly botched their endings, or abandoned their stories. I thought they were being irresponsible and wasting their readers' time.
But when I started creating a work of my own, I discovered that many things were far easier said than done.
Fortunately, though, I persevered. I hadn't let down my time, my dreams, or my life.
Thank you, my unsuccessful yet hopeful self.
The main storyline is finished. After this chapter goes live, I'll click the button to mark the book complete, and from then on, this book will never be updated again. Many people have asked me, questioned me: did the story end too soon? Were there many things left untold? The ending always seemed to leave them wanting more. Even when I plunged in the knife, people would privately message me to