The first time I'd written something like this, I was quite nervous. From now on, I was also a washed-up author who had completed a million-word novel. Happy.
To be honest, this book's level of completion wasn't very high. The reason was that I'd cut a large number of side plots, as well as the DC arcs I'd been looking forward to. Although I tried to get things back on track later on, the turtle-slow updates and jumpy pacing meant the results weren't very good.
That was on me. Shameful.
In the original outline, after Thanos's battle with the Void, the story would have led into the later DC plotlines, starting with the Watchmen world, then Diana before she had left Paradise Island, Gotham during Gordon's youth, Hellblazer, and returning to the Green Arrow and Flash TV series, and so on.
I'd prepared more thoroughly for DC, because there was a lot more room to work with. Most Marvel readers' understanding really stopped at the cinematic universe, and within a fixed framework, there wasn't much room to expand.
Of course, that was all hindsight.
Because the later plotlines were cut, poor Thanos had no choice but to shoulder the burden of being the main villain and set off on a journey to find cheat powers...
I'm very sorry.
I'll pay attention to these shortcomings in the future.
Ahem, ahem. Next came the sentimental part.
I was very grateful to the readers who had made it this far. I wasn't a particularly persistent author. To put it bluntly, I was lazy, a total slacker, and a little thin-skinned.
Being able to make it smoothly to the end really hadn't been easy for me.
Especially when I watched the subscriptions slowly decline, there had been many times when I'd wanted to give