The first time I released a single, I opened my mouth, but didn’t know what to say.
Others release singles asking for monthly passes, rewards, recommendation tickets, subscriptions...
But when I release a single, it’s with full enthusiasm, only to be met with a bone-chilling cold splash.
Very disheveled and very disappointed.
"Where are your readers?"
"This is your forte, isn’t it?"
"Demon Lord, that’s the label for your Adam!"
Countless questions leave me speechless, my mouth filled with bitterness.
How should I explain?
Please, tell me, how do I face the pride I once had.
My self-esteem, today, shattered to nothingness.
I don’t know where I went wrong, I don’t even dare to be slightly negligent! I dare not write new plots recklessly, I dare not add too many new settings! I dare not let Brother Yan lose his original grace!
Step by step, I tread carefully, as if on thin ice.
Ridiculous, I still fell into the Abyss, unable to return.
I still remember you all telling me, as long as this book reappears, as long as Bai Yan returns, you would definitely bring him back to glory.
I initially planned to write another theme for the third book,
But I went against the pressure and wrote Bai Yan again.
I published the book again.
Only because you told me you needed Brother Yan.
It’s already 10:30 PM, and today’s subscription has only reached an average order of 596, with a high of 802.
I still remember when Brother Yan was first launched, the average order was 2600! A peak of 3250!
Initially, at least three thousand people supported Brother Yan!
But now, only 800 people...
Not willing to spend even a few pennies!
Is it because I’ve written too poorly, or was everything you told me before a lie?
You said you needed Bai Yan...
Reality is always so cruel, slapping you unmercifully when you’re proudest!
Just like the time when Brother Yan was forced to leave me!
It’s really ridiculous, before launching I thought at least 3000 people would support him, I thought at least 3000 people couldn’t live without Bai Yan, just like me, eagerly awaiting the day he’d return to the scene.
This is reality slapping me in the face.
Leaving me in utter disarray.
I am in agony, I want to ask those 2200 people who left, what made you choose to leave Bai Yan? Was the waiting time too long? Or did I do something wrong?
We agreed to fight side by side, to take my longsword and together climb the peak envied by thousands.
So we could proudly say: "Look! That book, I supported it desperately, bit by bit lifting it up! That glory, I have a part in it!"
But you left before the battle began.
Turned around without mercy, leaving us who remained behind, utterly alone.
Some have left, some no longer support Bai Yan, I don’t blame them, I blame myself for not writing well enough, for being poor, for being unqualified, for not being excellent!
But I will not forget what I’ve said.
Even if only one person still needs Bai Yan!
I will complete it, write it beautifully! With all my effort!
Taking a deep drag on a cigarette.
I don’t want to say too much, nor will I blame everyone.
I owe Bai Yan an ending, I owe the old readers an explanation.
Those who are gone, let them be gone.
Only 800 people left, what of it?
Damn it, I have an army of 800 Delrian families!
We will still massacre gods and Buddhas!
After I put out this cigarette, I’ll publish another Chapter.
Watch me, I’ll keep climbing.
With these hands that have tapped the keyboard countless times, I will support Brother Yan, and take him to the pinnacle!
Even if this path leaves me in a sorry state, even if the road has been stained with my blood, even if I am filled with suffering, I will take him up.
I am willing to be demonic in this life,
I will never give up!
Without shattering the heavens, not returning!