When you see the title, you should understand. Readers who also click in to see it should want to know a reason.

Actually, I plan to finish writing "Stunning Rivers" and then end this book. It's so dramatic, I didn't even finish the game.

It's not that there's nothing to write about. I made a sketch for each game and wrote it down. I thought about what I was going to write two months ago, and according to the plan, the next step was to upgrade the system, as well as the confrontation with Korean games, and the level designer of Id Software to design the dungeon......

Even the next game, I thought about it. There's a lot more to write about.

But I really can't write anymore.

Being scolded is one thing, and so are achievements.

Now the subscription income is only one-fifth of what I used to do when I was working, and the gap is very large. I can accept this result, but it is really uncomfortable to watch the subscriptions keep dropping.

Two orders per day, and two orders per day, the difference between heaven and earth is the same. The former is full of hope, the latter is only despair.

People always have to be realistic, don't they? Although I once thought that when this book was written, all the readers at the starting point said, "It's hard for me to not watch "Reborn Big Player" and refuse to die." But fantasy is always fantasy, and every time I send out a chapter that I am very proud of, and I see a book review from a reader with fan value like "I really can't stand it", I really can't keep my mindset.

Correspondingly, the staples kept falling, and the two pillars that supported me to write down collapsed.

After all this time, how can this dream continue? I looked at the various outlines and settings I made, but I didn't want to type a word. Love is gone, and this book is no longer going to improve my life, so it's time to end.

Believe me, I don't want to wake up so soon, a sweet dream is halfway done, worse than a nightmare. But there is no way, I can neither survive in reality nor live in illusion now.

So, I'm sorry to everyone who reads this text. Maybe one day, when I don't have to worry about food and clothing, and I don't have to worry about having my own house, I'll start writing crazy stories again. (To be continued......)