Douluo: I, Tang Wulin, invite Tang San to die.

Regarding writing in vain for a month...

Please don’t read the last chapter yet. I haven’t finished writing that chapter yet, so let me cry for a moment.

I just looked at this month's records, and there was no update for one day. If you don't include this unfinished chapter, I wrote a total of 16 words.

My book is relatively unpopular, and not many readers usually read it. My monthly manuscript fee depends on my hard work of 1,000 yuan. This is the biggest support this book has given me in addition to realizing my dream.

Then, I took a day off last month and forgot to buy a leave request form on the website. If I didn’t ask for leave, I would stop working. If I didn’t stop working, I wouldn’t be full-time. A month’s work would be in vain...

One month, 16 words, I stayed up until one o'clock with a spare machine, and I didn't even earn my only income.

To be honest, I really want to cry. Why am I so stupid? I’m convinced...

(End of this chapter)