Another volume was finished.
The story of the Lands Between ended here, too. In a game fanfic, with only so many characters and so much plot, it would have been impossible not to introduce original material. But every adventure had to end someday, and the story of Elden Ring could stop here.
The Land of Reeds that came afterward was where I shoehorned in a Sekiro template. That really was pure self-indulgence, because Sekiro had no sequel and most likely never would. So it would only ever be my fantasy.
For volume five, I would settle on "Dragon Heritage Ninja Arts Scroll."
I actually don't like reading all that much. What could I do? I'd spent most of my time gaming ever since I was little.
Some people said my writing was too tacky, and I really am both unsophisticated and tacky. Beautiful prose, literary finesse, ornate language-none of that has anything whatsoever to do with me.
While chatting in the group, we once talked about writing a Dragons fanfic, with an original protagonist instead of Lu Mingfei-a story about a tough guy slaying dragons.
Later, after looking into it a little, I gave up, because I knew people who genuinely enjoyed Dragons wouldn't accept my style. I couldn't capture that feeling of a young man enduring hardship, flying into a rage, and drawing his sword against someone. Nor did I have that kind of flair, haha.
I generally skipped the first two steps and went straight to drawing my blade. And once it was out, it wasn't going back.
This book had plenty of flaws. It might also have contradicted a lot of what people who had played the game took for granted.
All I could do was try my best to make my own logic hold together.
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