Unplug the artificial oak cork, and the sweet aroma of rum fills up.

8 years of oak barrel ageing, perhaps just something that is normal for most people.

For me, it's the third best thing in my own wine collection.

This postscript should not actually exist, but I looked at the message and looked at the alchemist's story......

I still want to say something, I hope you like it, or skip it if you don't like it.

But now that you've seen this, you probably still like my words.

I wasted a hundred words to write about my situation at this time, but don't care, after all, there is no charge for this. Ha ha.

Free stuff, it's still worth a look.

Let me take a sip of wine first, when I drink it alone, 40 degrees is still a bit high for me.

First of all, the general plot of this book seems to end here, although I wrote in the outline of the contract that the ending should be to defeat Thanos or something, but, it doesn't matter...... I want to tell a story about my own MCU (and I want to be a screenwriter if I have the chance, ha), so I think it's just right here.

Did it collapse? Not at all.

Fortunately, no one said this in the comments, because it was really not written, this is the story of a person who is at ease with what he encounters, in a big context.

This brings us to the question: Does God exist?

Exists, but not the God you imagined it to be.

In fact, from countless descriptions, you may be able to guess his identity.

the one。

The MCU, or the only existence in countless parallel universes, is that God, that is, the existence under Jack Kirby and the old man.

Or rather, the existence below me.

He can tamper with the plot, he can do anything.

He could also choose not to.

As an aside, compared to ordinary rum, the honey-colored liquid from this 8-year-old oak barrel is much thicker and stronger.

And what did Evan do.

Follow your desires.

This may not sound so lofty.

So let's change a good term: chasing the MCU dream.

He was just a surrogate, a passer-by.

It is enough to know some and not to know some.

Then bring a few strokes of love, Elizabeth, etc.

Ha, it's just Elizabeth, actually.

Some people will say, what to do with the widow sister.

Aunt Mei has only been the heroine for a few episodes, okay?

The above, simply put, can be handed over to your brain to make up.

To complicate things: For Aven, there are countless parallel worlds, and perhaps in one world, Aven and Natasha live together in seclusion in the mountains of Russia, watching the snow and their children.

Perhaps in New York, Evan and May attend Peter's graduation together, hugging the big boy like a father.

Maybe it's in Manhattan, renewing a relationship with an ex-girlfriend, and the two seem to have never been separated.

She no longer pursues anything and falls in love with the bland.

For you and me, of course, the Overworld.

Well, this is the story with a 60,000-word afterword.

That's right, that is, how can this book last to 800,000 words, haha.

Maybe the last 60,000 words are not read by anyone, but it's just for me to make an agreement, don't care.

Of course, I'll be happier if you like it.

That's all for that.

What follows is an irrelevant digression, and it's okay not to read it. By the way, when I uploaded this, the update of the postscript seemed to be tomorrow, and there was nothing to write today.

Off topic:

This is something uploaded at the beginning of 16 years (right?), for such a long story, I seem to have forgotten the beginning and the story in the middle, so I had to write a postscript, no need to remember a lot of details and settings, just write an essay.

And what have I done in 17 years? I can only say that the author is hovering around the low point of his life.

Everyone has their own difficulties, or encounters terrible tragedies.

The whole person fell into a sinkhole from which he could not escape.

That's how I am.

I thought 16 years was the darkest place.

But I underestimated the world, and 17 years have been even more miserable.

Now, more than half of the 18 years have passed, and I am still at a low point.

Being oppressed by something heavy every day to live.,Fortunately, it's not a disease.,But the pain in my heart is also terrible.。

But there is hope for those who are alive. It's true.

Maybe many people say that what you have experienced may not be as miserable as mine, but this is not a miserable one, and I don't want to say my own suffering.

I just want to say to some friends, friends who like my words.

Life, in fact, is very long, even if there is darkness that lasts for many years,

Believe me, although I can't see my light, but the light is there, where it is unshakable.

Be brave, or be enlightened, as long as you are willing to live, everything is good.

Yes, the second half of this digression is about three words: live.

Out of the nonsense, let's finally talk about the new book.

My creativity seems to be frenzied, but I can't write it, and my notebook is full of beginnings.

Boxing, in fact, is just one of them.

Speaking of boxing, I thought of that comment again, the comment that made me happy.

"I like the style of boxing, and I want you to write it down. "That's probably what I said.

I couldn't be happier when I saw it.

But...... I seem to have lost the feel of my fist.

The first ten chapters are the happiest part of my whole life, there is no delay, no pain, the whole text is what I want, and the feeling of flowing water makes me write about the encounter between Liu Yanyi and Cao Minjing.

Swift and still, what a beautiful girl.

She is different from the modular character in the alchemist, she is the girl I want to write about.

Standard Han Fan, petite but can be savage.

Fledgling, don't you understand the world? Not necessarily.

What is her view of love, and what kind of future will she have.

Well, it's a little difficult for me to pick it up, but for the sake of this good girl, and Liu Yanyi's later story, I tried to pick up the boxing book, which was conceived earlier than the Dog Food Grandmaster, but after reading the Grandmaster, I still feel unsatisfied.

I wish every author could write the story I wanted, at least the squid was one of them. But after all, it's not yourself, there are always parts that are not as good as you think.

This is the future of boxing, and as for when it will happen, I will do my best.

Another book, The Story of Seeking the Truth.

This is a painful book for me.

I wanted to post at the starting point, but I missed it and couldn't fix it.

The starting point can also appear, but it feels like it has passed. It's gone.

This is a ...... Well, interesting fantasy, Ye Gong, a good dragon, finally saw the story of the dragon.

This one seems to be more likely to be updated than the boxing book.

Because, the feelings of boxing are too deep, but they have lost the ability to write well, and every time they finish typing many words, they can't help but delete them, because it is not the kind of joyful feeling that boxing is about.

That kind of Cao Minjing babbling, biting a piece of fried chicken, then jumping up and hitting you in the knee, and then gulping down roast beer to make you carry her.

And the Quest Codex is a good book to write.

At this point, most of what should be said is finished, I still like to write, and I hope to meet you again in a certain book, thank you, (and everyone in my group who has hung up so far). Ha ha.

Sincerely.

No salutation, just gratitude.