Dear readers,

In view of the unsatisfactory results in the first chapter, I am ashamed of it, and I am really sorry for everyone.

Maybe my storytelling skills are not good, so that not many people watch them, and I can't sign a contract, so I want to cry without tears.

Always ask yourself, what's the problem? The subject matter is not good? Bad start? Lack of ideas? That...... Alas! 10,000 melancholy.

It was my dream to write something, and it took a long, long time to conceive and a lot of effort to tell this story. Maybe you really shouldn't have incorporated something so deep that it was written deep and not gimmicky.

The road to creation is hard, bumpy, and lonely, and that kind of taste is never pleasant.

Should I continue?

My heart is full of tears.

Is it good to be swollen?

Originally, I wanted to talk about Valhalla (Hall of Martyrs), but also about the administrator of the universe (Prometheus), and even more so that it was no accident that human genes could evolve from life on earth to higher intelligent beings (Tinder), and the battle between carbon-based life, silicon-based life, and sulfur-based life (Ragnarok), but unfortunately......

Friends, where do I go from here?

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