Chapter 77: So insignificant yet wanted-to-be-said words
The original intention of writing this novel was to present a unique story from a different perspective and in a different way, within a seemingly ordinary frawork.
And this intention, the overarching background of the entire book, should be sowhat discernible from the previous chapter (Chapter 076). I labored to incorporate so obscure trivia and craft certain narrative passages in this book, not only for the sake of novelty but also as part of a larger plan. Using technology to explain magic was rely setting a tone, to show that the author of this book isn’t just a daydrear but sowhat serious, or perhaps naive. Beyond that, a greater backdrop was gradually unfolding.
Why did I choose to write this way?
Because I am not only an author but also a reader, to be precise, a reader who has read far too much and found it unsatisfying, so I took matters into my own hands and got down to writing.
When I first started reading, I was not picky and found delight in everything I read. Later on, that was no longer enough; I needed works by famous authors, by literary masters. Even later, I couldn’t bear to read even those masterpieces; it wasn’t because they were poorly written, but because I had read too much. Just like the richest cuts of pork would beco tireso after a month of continuous indulgence.
After that, I began to search for interesting novels, ones not necessarily written by literary giants but filled with imagination.
Eventually, I realized that such novels were few and far between. Hence, I often faced a book drought, staring blankly at the leaderboard full of various “Emperors”, “Saints”, and “Madn”. I must admit, these novels are very well-written, at least infinitely better than anything I could write. I too was once obsessed with them, but now I truly cannot continue reading them.
Sotis, I wonder if bookstores could offer more variety in their novels. Could all authors have a brainstorm, open up their minds, and write more unconventional works?
But that was just wishful thinking.
Thinking too much led to dreams, dreams led to impulses, and then this book was born.
Is this book well-written?
Of course… not really.
After all, this isn’t my first book. I’m no longer the naive newcor who thought a single creative idea could easily outshine the greats. I’m aware of the many shortcomings in my work.
But I dare say, this is the novel I wanted to write, the kind I want to read.
If soone else had written this book instead of , I would certainly be a devoted fan.
And for that reason, this book isn’t ant for everyone.
In fact, in my view, the only books ant for everyone besides “user manuals” might be “dictionaries”. This book is ant for and readers who, like , enjoy the peculiar. Of course, it could also be considered niche.
So I simply smile knowingly at the good-natured teasing in the “Remarks on this Chapter” and the comnts. As for the malicious comnts, I ignore them. Because I know one cannot make a person who dislikes this novel like it, just as one cannot make a tiger eat grass.
Different strokes for different folks; it’s impossible for one book to fulfill everyone’s expectations unless the book is written by themselves.
For those who don’t like this novel, I sincerely hope they find one they do enjoy. And to those who do like it, I want to say a heartfelt thank you.
Thank you for your support!
I know all too well how difficult it is to survive as a reader and writer of niche books and how important support is. Not everyone is carefree with their basic needs t; so gather funds for their parents’ dical treatnts, so work to support their families, and I’ve seen many niche authors suddenly stop writing, disappear, or switch to writing mainstream novels with “Emperors” and “Saints”.
I don’t bla them, for I have no right or reason to expect soone to write what I like at all costs. However, with each departure, the book drought just gets worse.
Hopefully, the day will never co when there are no books left to read.
Of course, my situation isn’t as dire as others. I’m still young, with healthy parents, no wife or children. I just need to eat, get dressed, and think about my future. That’s why I wrote this book.
Again, I want to thank everyone who supported ; writing in solitude versus having a community is a completely different feeling. I don’t know how well this book will do as I continue, but I will do everything possible to keep going.
If one day the updates for this novel stop, it might an that I’ve literally beco unable to afford food and resorted to begging. If you see on the streets, please buy a warm bun, or a stick of ham sausage—the Emperor of Sausages from Shuanghui, to be precise (laughs). Or maybe I’ve been killed by debt collectors knocking on my door; in that case, please call the police. Fighting cri is everyone’s responsibility (joking).
But then again, why die if you can live?
If a person doesn’t have dreams, what’s the difference between them and a Husky?
Of course, I still hope this book will beco a hit, at least enough to earn money for warm buns or the Emperor of Sausages.
So, while thanking you all, I also hope you’ll continue to support , and that more and more people will do so.
With that, author Sun Ershisan bows his head.
Pffft, as if I’m bowing! A bow is like a kowtow! Even though I’m grateful, the idea of bowing my head, hmph! A simple bow will do!
That’s it, a bow!
Bye!
Oh, wait a minute, there’s sothing I almost forgot to say. Due to so circumstances, the updates for a considerable while may be… um, as usual.
I’m outta here…
Bye!
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