This chapter doesn't count among the 15 free chapters, and that's it, so let's have 20 more free chapters.

Thank you very much for your support, plagiarizing Dog's Deep Crimson "From the Star Abyss", which has reached an excellent result of accumulating five million subscriptions.

Actually, it's not what I deserve, it's all the credit of the supergod mechanic.

It may not be a special thing for veteran authors and gods to accumulate a total of five million subscriptions, but for me, it's a really good thing.

I'm just an ordinary person who loves to write, and I don't have any talent, and if I didn't rely on plagiarizing famous works such as "Super God Mechanic", "Amber Sword", "Mercury Blood", etc., I wouldn't have reached this point at all.

My emotional drama is written like a lump of, and the plot is even more rigidly pieced together, especially when I arrive at Dragon Island, the plot is not in place.

In addition, some time ago, I revealed the dynamics of the new book to some readers with the mood of sharing. Many people have actually blown up the pot and think that I must be ruined.

Most readers believe that when they see this step, they will definitely think: this stupid author has no money to make, and he plans to cut the book and leave.

Yes, I can tell you unabashedly:

"From the Star Abyss" is currently at its peak, and the 6400 order reached by plagiarism "Super God Mechanic" has fallen by 1,000, and it has now reached the level of 5439, and I can predict that it will continue to fall in the future.

I expected to drop below the 1000 average by the end of the day and eventually maintain my score of 884.

But according to a certain Tang inequality: I will cut the book ≠ I will cut the book

In fact, I have said more than once in the book that from the abyss is the last work in this series, and if I really want to write this series long, then I should end it hastily, and then open "From the Abyss: Peerless Star God", "From the Abyss: The Legend of the Dragon King", "From the Abyss: The Way of Death" (?). ）

Some readers may question why my star abyss is only two layers down, so it's about to end.

In fact, Zhou Yuan, where the void is located, has appeared very frequently, and many characters have already passed it first, and the environment of the abyss and the abyss is actually one is a peaceful high-energy apex chicken eating competition, and the other is an environment that is against hell.

These weren't a good fit for storytelling, and from the very beginning of my design, they were copies of the map.

The real main battlefield, everyone can actually feel it:

Earth, origin, abyss.

It's nothing more than all three.

As for why the Abyss chapter took so long to write, because the Abyss is the place with the richest population and characters in terms of setting and plot, I must admit that once the number of characters is missing, it is very difficult to write a story.

In addition, it's not that I'm not bad at writing emotional dramas, why do people think that some characters die very abruptly, and it feels very meaningless.

I actually did this on purpose, and to be honest, in order for them to look like they were dying at random, I went to watch films like "Hacksaw Ridge".

The Soviet Civil Defense Band had a song called "Nobody Noticed They Lost a Soldier" (Отряднезаметилпотерибойца), which has a lyric that goes like this:

The deceased will not be resurrected Мёртвыйневоскрес

The patient will not be cured Хворыйнезагнулся

Blind people do not regain their sight Зрячийнеослеп

Sleeping does not wake up again Спящийнепроснулся

O brave heart, beating with joy...... Веселостучалихрабрыесердца...

No one noticed that they lost a soldier Отряднезаметилпотерибойца

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The theme of Xingyuan has always been that for the sake of a grand narrative, the loss of individuals is uncountable.

Whether it's Nomi, Naturefire, Duzesin, Davilyn, Aven, Alexia, Red King, Gaia, or even the protagonist Rioz, I'm at the mercy of a pawn.

Arch pawn, rushing car, vaulting, running, filling, guarding, and general.

No one can stay out of the matter, and everyone must become the cornerstone for the grievances and hatred of the star abyss and the earth.

When the building rises from the ground, no one notices the workers who built him.

When I was a child, or more precise, elementary school, my room was right across from a construction site, and I watched with my own eyes how the workers removed mounds of dirt, dug deep pits, laid foundations for a wasteland of more than 1,000 square meters, filled the dragon's skeleton with steel and cement, made its eyes glass, and tiled the exterior walls, reflecting a beautiful glow like scales in the sun.

Excavators, tower cranes, cement mixers, electric picks, rebar, sand, scaffolding, green protective netting, steel structures, and clanging in the middle of the night.

All of this has led to a tall and beautiful activity center.

I remember all this, but I can't remember any of the workers, I tried my best to search back and remember, and I could only find their orange vests, yellow plastic helmets, and reflective strips that reflected a shallow and cool glowing yellow light under the light, and occasionally when I passed by the entrance of the construction site, I would smell the fragrance of vermicelli and steamed buns, and the blue iron baffle next to it. The blue, trapezoidal tin sheet with its undulating surface would occasionally skew outward, almost scratching pedestrians.

I remember all this, but I can't remember the appearance of any of the workers, there may be 50 years old, short but stout migrant workers, there are also seemingly inconspicuous young people with thick necks who can carry a bundle of steel bars with their bare hands, and there are also people pushing dusty red wheelbarrows, transporting lime or something, and even earlier, there are people wearing camouflage uniforms.

I remember all this, but I never knew the name of a single worker. Maybe some of them are surnamed Wang, some are surnamed Zhao, and some are the same as me, but even if I pass by the gate of the construction site countless times, the only thing that attracts me is the tall tower crane, and none of them are squatting on the side of the road, covered in dust, with brick knives and electric pickaxes at their feet, and half stacks of broken red bricks, which we use to laugh and play and use as toys.

What I eventually remembered, and often saw, and looked at at the square, angular, gray but not serious center, was the appearance of the workers who built it.

From this point of view, it makes no sense to emphasize the function of the characters and to require them to die well.

It's as if the workers who build the city don't make sense for the high-rise building itself.

To die is to die, to disappear is to disappear, and in the face of an absolute grand narrative, nothing stands in the way. The tide of the times will sweep over everyone.

I don't think it's something to be ashamed to say or based on, 'You're tired of everything, why don't you write something relaxing,' that's the truth."

I can't write the kind of iron-clad characters who will definitely die, and I will often watch those videos of the Russian-Ukrainian battlefield, the Palestinian-Israeli conflict, and traffic accidents repeatedly.

I deliberately gave myself the preconceived notion that people will die like dogs, anywhere, anywhere, anywhere.

Life is not precious, life is priceless, nothing can be exchanged for life, and if you want to get the result of everything, you must pay a price.

So Nomi was resurrected, and she was destined to never meet Leoz again. Du Zexin has been contaminated by the blood of the ether since he returned from the Celestial Ring, so he has been struggling with pain and identity, and giving him death is a relief.

It was precisely Li Oz who killed Du Zexin, cold and fast, that matched his character.

When Yawen revealed her identity, she was afraid of this reason, because Li Oz would really kill [The Tailor] like a rabbit.

Some people may think that Qiu Ran's part is well written, but in fact, I didn't want to talk about this character for a long time, because in my opinion, she should die directly and neatly to be in line with normal logic, and too much ink will lead to tiredness.

There are many times, readers will compare some famous works with me, such as Super God, such as the Sword of Dawn, this is normal, just like players who play the original Bangnong porridge, will compare their favorite works with what they encounter, to put it bluntly, this is the basic way for human beings to understand the world.

Human beings can't understand the world directly, they can only compare and refer to what they know, and observe the world indirectly, and you tell a color blind that green is green, red is not green, and he must first understand what red you are talking about, and then he knows the difference between green and red.

I'm actually happy to be compared, to put it mildly, liberal arts is a service industry, the author is a cook, and the public reviews know that there is a rating, and it's normal for works to be compared, but it's okay to compare others with me, don't compare my book with others.

Because I belong to that category: the pig in front of the station to stay in Harazi - are you worthy of it?

I don't deserve to be used as an evaluation criterion anyway, to put it mildly, I can get to this point all because Qi Peijia, the author of the Super God Mechanic, is in poor health, and everyone has nothing to look at, so take me as a replacement.

I'm just a phantom beast Palu, and I still haven't sold much if I failed to stitch it, so it's hot.

So, in fact, after a year of writing like this, I was also quite stressed for me.

I don't want to be just a plagiarist author, and everyone should be able to understand that the money obtained by sucking other people's blood is dirty and ugly, and it only deserves to be trampled under the feet of others.

I've been making bad money for a year and a half, and if I continue like this, I feel very unfair to the supergod mechanic, not to mention that more and more supergod mechanic imitations have come out, and I can't compare with them.

Therefore, I also intend to finish this book as soon as possible, smoothly and completely.

As for whether everyone thinks the book will be finished, that is a completely personal and subjective feeling.

I can tell you: the new subscriptions have fallen lower than the Burn Money 2, and this was a few months ago, and I'm basically like generating electricity for love.

I also realized that without a supergod mechanic, the plot I wrote myself is nothing.

So I actually started to think about whether to give up writing and go to the public examination, so many peers have gone, and I will also follow the public examination, which seems to be the right way.

In addition, I also have a job myself, and in fact, for a while, due to my busy daily affairs, everyone has already begun to question whether to cut books.

I myself am also entangled, and this entanglement also broke out in July last year, my family began to frequently give me blind dates, a bunch of things piled up more and more heavily, often lying in bed until four o'clock in the morning can not sleep, most likely nervous breakdown.

But in the end, I decided to stick with it.

To put it bluntly, I'm a plagiarism dog.

The book doesn't end, and the inspiration and writing methods copied from the supergod mechanic are eroding myself, and I blame myself for plagiarizing countless days and nights.

In fact, some readers comforted me and said, you see that the early XX is still an infinite stream, copying the original work of infinite horror everywhere, and it also has its own plot in the later stage.

But, it's well written, it's not good, everyone knows that it's plagiarism, but it's done well.

I didn't do it well, and it was plagiarism, and I deserved to be scolded, spurned, and attacked.

The more I blamed myself, the more I began to try to get rid of and wash away the traces of the supergod mechanic.

Eventually, I got rid of almost all of the player's content, and I got rid of the readers who read the book in the first place.

It turns out that what I wrote by myself is really not good, and the kind of work of the Eternal Speaker is my real level, and if it weren't for the editor's appreciation, I wouldn't be eligible to be signed.

But in Chen Danqing's words.

I just fucking like to write, nothing else, it's cool to write, and I have to write without eating or drinking.

My work is garbage, but my love for writing is not.

If I can, I hope that Xingyuan will be removed from the shelves soon after it ends, so that I can permanently erase the shadow of plagiarism in my heart, and even rejoice that I have no plagiarism.

But anyway.

Or thank you for your support, in fact, everyone should subscribe to Supergod Mechanic, not me.

This year is the Year of the Dragon, and it is also the year of my birth, and I hope to finish this plagiarized book completely by April this year, and draw a successful end to it.

After that, I wanted to completely get rid of all the interference of the works, and I didn't want to plagiarize, but to write works like the Eternal Speaker again, and only the kind of stinky gutter works was where I should stay.

Rats, however, should stay in the sewers. Even if he wears stolen luxurious clothes, he can't change the smell of the stinky gutter on the rat's body. And I'm the kind of rat that doesn't belong to me, in front of a parasite, gnawing at the flesh and bones and spirit of the supergod mechanic.

I hope you get rid of the cold air and be positive in the New Year, and I wish you all a happy New Year.

For those who haven't arrived home yet, get home early.