Thank you all for your continued support, which has allowed Qingkong to continue writing to this day.

However, I stopped updating yesterday. I developed a certain physical resistance to writing, and it felt extremely difficult to fill in those 4,000 words every day.

The whole person is ashen, as if burned out, or like a dry riverbed that can't squeeze out water_(:3」∠)_

Creating a story requires inspiration, creativity, and emotional energy. You won’t feel anything in one or two days. In fact, in the early days, I had a lot of things I wanted to write and express.

But after one month, two months, six months, one year, and two years, I finally felt that there seemed to be nothing I wanted to say. What I said would only be a boring and disgusting repetition.

The inspiration for this book actually came to me one nice morning when I was cooking and cutting vegetables in the house.

I think I was playing Atelier Ryza at that time, and I thought of witches, alchemists, sorcerers, and other such themes, and such content easily reminded me of fairy tales.

At that time, I had the idea of ​​writing a long fairy-tale story, in which the protagonist was a silver-haired girl in the forest. She was called a witch or a sorceress and liked to wear pure white robes.

In the story, she met seven important supporting characters one after another and influenced them directly or indirectly. Later, these seven people were called the seven heroes passed down from generation to generation. Hundreds of years later, this legend was finally simplified into a picture book-like story and circulated in the world.

Colored pencils paint a hazy picture of the encounter between seven unique young men and women and the witch. Their story, then processed, simplified, adapted, and reinterpreted by later generations, is told like a fairy tale, becoming a timeless poem. But the truth is far more complex; it's a more turbulent journey filled with danger, hesitation, even pain and resignation.

This was the original idea. It was obvious that Pullman would be the first, and Bud would be the second. Later Rock (Isaiah), Nia, Jena, Jack, Osuna, etc. were actually the prototypes and embryonic characters of these stories.

In the academy chapter, many characters were added at once. In fact, when these characters appeared, their future lives, graduation experiences, etc. had all been conceived and preset at the time, and the second volume would become a huge foreshadowing, paving the way for their future encounters and experiences, until many years later, when they experienced various stories and then recalled the past, forming a sharp contrast, like a revolving melodious music.

This will be the biggest theme in the early and middle stages of the book, and only in the middle and late stages will the truth of the world, the protagonist's origin, past eras, etc. be slowly revealed.

However, this idea died.

The reason is not complicated. If the seven people and numerous other characters are fully laid out, the second volume will be unprecedentedly long and too lengthy. In the middle, because it is set in the academy, the content will appear bland compared to the magnificent changes in the first volume.

It's like asking someone who has just ridden a surfing roller coaster to ride a turtle slowly. The reading experience is very bad.

Therefore, after writing about the first and second years of college life, the protagonist had to fast-forward into the third volume, which is the struggle between Starlight and Frost.

The stage originally prepared for several important characters to gain experience had to be temporarily replaced, and many of the preparations were directly abandoned, and the third volume was greatly accelerated.

After the grand climax, the story enters a new round of preparation or accumulation period, which brings us to the East Continent.

The story of the East Continent is actually incomplete, because at that time I had not yet fully constructed the social structure, power distribution, and various histories of the East Continent, or the stories to be told.

So I wrote it with some pauses in the middle, but I managed to tell a relatively complete story.

At this time, the story returns to the Western Continent, so I have to try to piece together the previously broken foreshadowing and story fragments.

Having experienced such a grand world and vista, writing about the intrigues among nobles or forces would seem out of place, like a phoenix sleeping in a sparrow's nest instead of flying.

This is an extremely difficult period. Qingkong tries to stir up waves and create something exciting and touching, but in an unfavorable framework and background, it sometimes seems out of place, making people feel depressed, weird, etc.

Giving up these and entering the interstellar age directly, I always feel that something is missing, as if it shouldn't be like this, just like seeing a hole somewhere, and I will feel uncomfortable like I have obsessive-compulsive disorder if I don't fill it.

But what to write became a problem. I kept struggling with it. The more I wrote, the more painful it became. The more readers read, the more uncomfortable they felt. In the end, they even developed a physical aversion and resistance to writing.

If this continues, I will really cry in my bed holding the red music app ≥﹏≤

Every time I type, I have to prepare myself emotionally, watch videos frantically, change songs to get myself into the state, prepare my emotions, and enter into imagination and conception. This will probably take several hours. Then I often quit and force myself to continue. Finally, after uploading, I dare not even watch it a second time. I go straight to play games to relax. Then I will do this until late at night and don’t want to go to bed because I have to type a new chapter the next day.

The pain keeps coming back, and life is miserable. As I watch my grades slowly decline, I know in my heart that this is just a last ditch effort.

In fact, there are still many things that have not been told, and there are still many things I want to say, but now they seem to have become dispensable, and there is no interest and excitement like when I first conceived it.

What else can I tell you?

This thought slowly swirled in my mind, so I sat in front of the computer, watching time slowly pass by, without typing a single word.

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