Chen Jing slowly stood up from the computer desk.
What? Everything is fake. What I pursue and advocate are all fake. Failure will eventually lead to failure.
Chen Jing looked at the book on the table. The original title was "Deep Space Fleet." He slowly crossed out the title and wrote: "My Mythical Fleet."
After writing, he chuckled.
"A book is like a dream. Human beings place their fantasies on books, but reliance cannot save people. We write for the sake of a dream. When the dream is over, can we stop writing?" Bubbles are not humble. Hundreds of billions of bubbles merged together can also contain the entire world.
Chen Jing suddenly thought of Yoge-Sothoth. She was also a literary girl in his dream.
Figures appeared in his mind one by one, and he sighed: "It's a pity that I don't have the ability to write well."
He touched the table.
He found that there was nothing there and the room was tidy. When he walked out of the door, he saw a figure. Chen Jing was struck by lightning and stood in front of the door.
Xue Kou turned around and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"
Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.
Chen Jing turned around and looked at his computer. Without him touching the book, new words slowly appeared.
"I must have forgotten something."
"Chen Jing sacrificed himself and, with the help of the gods, returned to the throne. He gave control of this world to mortals, who then controlled their own destiny."
All people and gods began to live their own lives, and because the authority was complete, the waves could no longer invade the world.
"This is it, the end."
Chen Jing looked at Xue Kou.
Xuekou nodded: "I volunteered."
"Well, let's start a new book tomorrow."
“I will definitely not cancel this time!”
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【Completion Remarks】
No matter how much I promised to finish it, I am tired. I have poured all my efforts into this book in the past five months, but there is no possibility of it going any further. I can't be so noble as to finish a hopeless book. Thank you to everyone who has supported me all the way.
To be honest, I was about to collapse by the end of the writing. My daily updates did not bring any collections, and my every effort did not bring any subscriptions. I felt like I was walking in the desert without seeing a drop of water.
I check the data more than ten times a day, but my data has not changed since a month ago. I have been waiting every day. For a whole month, I have gone out and humbly asked others to read my book, promoted it in book groups, and contacted many writers to collect copies from each other, but everything was a meaningless struggle.
I was gradually losing hope. The only thing holding me back was finishing this book, but my collaborative work was already underway, and I needed to focus on it to complete it. I had to make a choice, and without a doubt, when the collection of the other book approached 12 times that of my book in a few days, I chose hope, even though I had paid for it.
This book is full of meaning to me. It was the first time I experienced high-intensity continuous typing here, the first time I wrote something that was put on the shelves, the first time I got paid, and the first time I received monthly tickets, subscriptions, and rewards.
I truly became a writer with this book. I will always remember it, Chen Jing, Xue Kou, Mian Shenyou, Doron, Clesia, Irelia, RT5, Shamils, Azathoth, Fenrir, Nidhogg, Cheng Mulin, Brenhill, Yusa...
I will start my next journey with this experience, thank you for the final comfort from the magic wand.
Bubbles are not humble. If trillions of bubbles merge together, they can contain the entire world.
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