Chapter 249: Please a One-Week Leave or 2

Please a one-week leave or 2

Please a one-week leave or 2

I’m truly sorry, Aguan really wants to keep updating, even just one chapter a day, but I simply can’t hold on anymore—my mind feels like it’s broken, no medicine helps, I feel weak standing up, completely unable to concentrate. Yesterday I struggled from morning till afternoon; today I got up at four a.m. and wrote again, watching the minutes tick by, yet now I’ve only managed fifteen hundred words of empty drivel, with not a spark of inspiration—I don’t even know what I’m writing anymore.

Although this book has only been out for three or four months, Aguan has been writing since last June, having locked myself away at home for nearly a year, compounded by all sorts of chaotic matters—my vital energy and spirit are utterly drained, and my physical condition can’t possibly sustain another year of writing.

I’ve poured immense heart and soul into this book, Minglong—it’s earned the highest first-month subscription of any book I’ve written this year, consistently ranked in the monthly top ten for votes, and daily subscriptions exceed thirty thousand—each is the best performance I’ve ever achieved in my writing career. If I seize this chance and write well, it will surely become my new signature work; miss it, and I may never get such an opportunity again in my lifetime.

But I have both the outline and detailed plot, and just as the book went live and started earning income, I’ve been unable to write due to my own condition, helplessly watching the popularity slowly fade—it’s truly heartbreaking, and I sincerely apologize for letting down everyone’s continued support.

Many readers have privately encouraged me, eager to see me rise, but I truly can’t do anything anymore. Even at my most alert moment after waking, my mind won’t turn. I’ve tried every possible method to refresh myself—oxygen machines, ginseng, smoking, Red Bull—you name it—and none work. I don’t want to take leave, but I simply can’t force out two thousand words. I truly don’t know what to do.

So I must take a few days off to let my body recover—and this won’t be the only time I take leave. At only nine hundred thousand words, I have no idea how I’ll ever finish the remaining one or two million words under these conditions.

I was once a reader myself, following many novels, and I know how painful it is when authors frequently take breaks and drop updates. Please don’t read until the story is complete—this book has its original draft preserved, and minor edits won’t affect your reading experience at the end. Sigh…

(End of chapter)