Chapter 2139: Pure Chat
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Where to begin?
Wuhen rarely posts a single-chapter message; I usually speak to everyone in the comments section. I have never posted a single chapter purely to chat with everyone, but here, I can't help but post one.
Last year, on December 1st, "Martial God" was uploaded. At that time, the readership for "Martial God" was very small, pitifully small. But every reader truly cherished "Martial God." Back then, the word "troll" barely existed, and personal attacks never occurred. So even though life was tough and exhausting, it always felt full of passion. Seeing a little increase in tips or a few more flowers would inexplicably excite me and become the motivation to write.
At that time, a large number of loyal fans emerged: the earliest ones like Jun Moxi, Brother 61, Brother S who never spoke, Zhanfang, Yiwang, and others. Later came Youyou, Xiaoxi, Binghuo, Doubi Chong, Ruoxie, Hou Qinglin, and many other brothers. It can be said that this group of readers supported me for a long stretch of the journey. Without them, there would have been no peak moments for "Martial God." It was precisely the emergence of this batch of loyal readers that drove me to maintain that creative passion. Here, I say thank you once again, even if some of you no longer read "Martial God."
However, it was also imperceptibly that the readership of "Martial God" grew larger and larger. I should have been happy, having more brothers fighting alongside me. But I couldn't find that feeling and passion anymore. No matter how hard I tried or what plot I wrote, there was always a group of people complaining—complaining about updates, complaining about the story, endlessly, without stopping, whether during climaxes or low points.
As time went on, Wuhen's health deteriorated significantly. Sitting for long periods led to kidney stones, neck, shoulder, and back problems—various minor and major ailments. The updates later on indeed became more turbulent and unstable compared to the early stages. I understand that readers always see: "It's time, why isn't the update out yet?" They don't see me coming out of the hospital and silently sitting back in front of the computer to write. They see you making excuses again—"How can you have so many illnesses?" But they don't see the painful moments when you can't sleep at night due to pain, yet still sit at the computer to write.
Some things are inevitable. Fewer updates is a fact; unstable updates is a fact. Readers harboring grievances is only human nature. This is a dead knot, and Wuhen has no way to untie it.
I don't know when it started: enduring pain to update only to be scolded; I don't know when it started: after a burst of updates, receiving no warm words of concern, only the same old complaints; I don't know when it started: after updating five or six chapters, the comments in the review section were always: "That's it? Done? This is a burst?" I would silently read them every time and tell myself, "Next time, don't update five or six chapters; it's meaningless." Until it truly felt meaningless, because when I tried my best to do what I could, I was always drenched in cold water, and then I no longer thought about trying harder.
Worse still, personal attacks have always existed. And I cannot refute them, cannot complain, because it would immediately turn into: "Look at this author's quality, look at this guy's attitude." Yes, I can only endure the attacks and cannot respond. This is what I deserve—writing a book of over six million words for everyone to read, and what I deserve are these attacks and curses. So many other readers don't see me being scolded; they only see me losing my temper. Here, I sincerely apologize and express my gratitude to those brothers and sisters who suffered collateral damage and endured my bad temper.
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It seems most of the above is complaints. Enough said, too sentimental (shanggan). Let me say a few nice things.
For the current Wuhen who acts like a big shot, for this Wuhen with no quality, for the current Wuhen who doesn't update diligently, plays around, and disrespects readers—you still support and tolerate me, even speak up for me. I am sincerely grateful. Because of your existence, what reason do I have not to work hard?
So, just treat the above as me farting—a very smelly, very long fart. I shouldn't stoop to the level of trolls; I shouldn't be a person without quality. From now on, I will never say another word that affects my pure image. I will only say: Thank you for your existence, allowing me to see the ugliness of this world, and also to better see the light and warmth. After the dark clouds, there will always be brilliant sunshine. I should work hard to write, update well, and continue to seek the light, to seek the passion that once faded.
Of course, if I cannot find that passion, I hope you can endure Wuhen for a few more months. In the final few months of "Martial God," I hope to write it more beautifully and perfectly. Don't say things like "bad ending," even if you want to, don't say it out loud. I hope to write a perfect conclusion. If you all say it's a bad ending, I might really make it one. I know many brothers and sisters have contributed a lot to "Martial God," but no one can compare to me in terms of feelings for "Martial God." Because of this, even seeing any sentence that disparages "Martial God" makes Wuhen unhappy. Why? Because I have invested too much in "Martial God"—far more than you can imagine. You might only see that Wuhen went out to play during National Day, but you don't see the countless days and nights. Because of this feeling, I am the one who most wants to perfect the later part of "Martial God," no one else. Of course, I know that no matter the final outcome, what I can satisfy is only the approval of some people. Perhaps there will still be a gap from the perfection in their hearts.
But if I don't work hard, how will I know? Maybe after you finish reading, you'll smile knowingly. Finally, I continue to admit my mistakes. The National Day holiday isn't over yet; brothers and sisters, please bear with me. I have to leave immediately to attend a wedding in another city. Tonight, I will still work hard to write one chapter. Since you've already tolerated Wuhen for so long, just tolerate me for a few more months. Updates will still be notified via WeChat. WeChat ID: jingwuhen888. Dedicated to all brothers and sisters of "Martial God." This is the first time I've posted a single chapter to chat with everyone, and it will also be the last time!