It's time for another release. Tonight at 00:01, or 00:02, there might be a slight delay.
At this moment, Lao Cuo sits before his computer, once again combing his hair like an adult and donning a handsome suit, filled with emotion and speechless with emotion...
This is my first attempt at a story where the protagonist participates in the main plot rather than creating it. That I've been able to persevere until now is thanks to the tolerance and patience of all my esteemed readers.
I know many of you followed me from my previous book, and even if it wasn't to your taste, you've continued to support me.
I distinctly felt that during the free period of my last book, I was writing quite lonely.
But during the free period of this book, I know many people are with me.
For this, I am immensely grateful.
Lao Cuo doesn't believe he's someone who can write anything well; it's because of you that I've been given the courage to try.
You might have noticed that when I was writing my previous book, I made sure to frequent the group chat every day and never slacked off.
That's because I was very familiar with the previous storyline, and your suggestions wouldn't really affect my Ideas.
But writing this book is different. I don't dare to check QQ or read comments now. I only glance at them when correcting typos. For everything else, I've asked my operations officer for help.
Here, I'd also like to thank him for giving me feedback every night.
Additionally, I'd like to thank Editor-in-Chief Shuimo from Group Five for always helping me review data and offer suggestions, my former editor Transparent for encouraging me, and Editor Zeyu for helping with recommendations.
This time, they're in the GG position. Remember to contact them if you're submitting.
Transparent is very easy to talk to, and Zeyu is a great beauty. Both are incredibly learned.
Now, let's talk about my emotional journey during this period.
To be honest, writing other genres is indeed unfamiliar, as it's a switch to a major category, and both the thought process and writing style are different.
Even my input method isn't used to it; it keeps giving me typos, not mature at all.
However, things have gotten better recently. At least I feel that my writing is becoming smoother, without as much struggle.
Also, because it's not too new, there might indeed have been a slight increase in status, so this writing process has been relatively smooth.
Unlike the last one, I haven't encountered those who painstakingly persisted in malicious negative reviews every day.
I haven't encountered situations where I was wantonly slandered in various dark corners.
Nor have I encountered people using alt accounts to bait me, forcing me to admit I manipulated votes.
After all, those brothers with their countless tricks are still lukewarm, while I'm already a great master, hehe.
But!
I still want to thank them.
Because when I was writing my previous book, they were clamoring every day, saying 'Where did Lao Cuo go wrong?' from xx, and that it would definitely collapse at 500,000 characters.
So I gritted my teeth and had to write to 1,000,000 characters.
Then someone else said it would definitely collapse at 1,000,000 characters, so I continued to grit my teeth and had to write to 2,000,000 characters.
Because I need to prove myself, and also prove the tens of thousands of them that I represent.
It's not that I have the right to represent them, but the situation pushed me to that forefront position, so I can't lose face.
It's still that saying, Lao Cuo lacks talent and doesn't know much; he only has a fervent passion, and he's nothing else.
Because I don't have any other profession and only write to make a living, I'm afraid of letting you down.
Thus, I've been treading on thin ice every day, and I've finally persevered until this moment.
Lao Cuo, with his audacious courage, humbly asks for your support with the first subscription, to push for the 10,000 subscriptions that are within my reach but seemingly unattainable.
If I win, I will remain devout; if I fail, I will stick to my original heart.
Tonight at midnight, the moonlight is bright; though there are thousands, I will still go.
