The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

I used to really like you.

"........."

Karan did not answer, nor did he beg for mercy, nor did he even utter a curse.

She simply stared at the Flame Demon Queen, her gaze fixed on her mother with a chilling intensity.

The Flame Demon Queen felt somewhat irritated by Kalan's unreadable gaze.

Without saying anything more, he tightened his grip slightly.

card.

……

……

"Alright, this is about time to wrap things up."

boom!

Once again, she mercilessly crushed the Death Hunter, smearing it like mud on the ground of the cave. The Flame Demon Queen looked at the corpse that had not immediately recovered and slightly restrained her aura.

The enormous body of the fire demon vanished, and the fire demon queen once again transformed into the form of a beautiful woman.

It wasn't that she was arrogant or careless; it was that her current physical condition no longer allowed her to maintain her original form as a Flame Demon.

In each and every attack, the Flame Demon Queen not only had to ensure that the Death Hunter reached his death limit, but also had to spare some of her strength to prevent the battle from being reported to the outside world and attracting more attention.

Under this double strain, her injuries worsened, to the point where she needed to take human form to better maintain her current movements.

However, although the injury has worsened, it is finally possible to completely resolve this problem.

Moreover, if he were to devour this legendary-level aberrant demon, he would likely recover most of his strength, which could be considered a blessing in disguise.

"……cough."

With a frown, the Flame Demon Queen looked at the pieces of corpse on the ground and suddenly sensed something was wrong.

This is the first sound the other side has made since the start of the battle.

Flesh and blood continued to gather, barely piecing together a human head made of flesh and blood.

The mouth that had just been pieced together opened and closed, emitting a second sound as the flesh vibrated.

"……praise."

Ok?

Finally, after a difficult attempt, it uttered its third sentence:

"My Lord..."

Praise be to my Lord!

The fear she thought she had forgotten surged back into her heart, and the Flame Demon Queen disregarded the consequences, transforming back into her true form as a Flame Demon.

But when she was ready to eliminate any future troubles, she found that there was nothing she could do!

An unknown force is restricting her movements!

At the same moment, a dazzling light burst forth from the unformed corpse of the Death Hunter!

"What!?"

The blood on the ground quickly receded, and the shattered pieces of the dead hunter's flesh coalesced even faster than before.

But this time, it no longer appears in its previous ferocious battle form, but rather in the transformed appearance of a gender-neutral boy.

However, facing that seemingly harmless, even somewhat endearing appearance, the Flame Demon Queen felt no relief whatsoever.

Extra flesh and blood were woven into a blood-red robe, which was draped over the boy's body. Compared with his delicate features, it looked strange and ferocious.

She stared intently at the boy in front of her.

Watching the boy, now transformed from a dead hunter, gradually become lively, then cold and profound.

Sensing a dangerous aura that was completely different from before, the Flame Demon Queen suddenly fell silent.

She realized something was wrong... things weren't as she thought.

The unidentified entity behind the scenes has not hidden itself!

He, no, it wasn't him... it was her!

she……

Has come.

Let us launch a grand charge against the inevitable death!

I'm probably crazy, but I might not be.

Well, I don't think I'm crazy overall.

Don't be scared yet, let me finish.

As you all know, I've discussed the recent situation extensively in my author's notes and reader groups.

The data for this book is so bad that it's beyond saving.

This book has always had a tragic fate.

It flopped miserably in the second round of reviews for the new book, and then for a long five months after it was released, it only received two of the worst-rated recommendations.

Released in May, it went from a few hundred subscriptions to an average of over 1,100 subscriptions per day, and I've been sticking with it.

However, given the current trend, this book, which has reached one million words, may not receive any new recommendations in the future.

If you wanted to cut this book, you could have done so when it failed to get recommended as a new book and went under; at that time, it only had a few hundred thousand words.

But I still want to persevere, because I don't want to give up.

However, I'm finding it hard to hold on any longer.

Or rather, I should change my approach.

I must admit that I've been somewhat anxious lately, or rather, extremely anxious.

Lately, I've been looking at the data more than two to three times per hour, staring at the data that has absolutely no fluctuations.

I kept staring at those pitiful numbers, looking at them, and then feeling miserable.

Ugh...

Not only was my mental state affected, but at its worst, my physical health was also in very poor condition.

For a long time, probably the last three months, I haven't been able to fall asleep until 2 a.m., and then I get up to go to work around 7 a.m.

very tired.

I'm really tired.

Actually, I know that my physical and mental health are not quite right.

I'm so numb that I can't write any more drafts.

During the day, I'm busy with work and don't go back to my apartment for lunch. Instead, I use my lunch break to start writing, and I spend the entire afternoon writing.

I used to be able to consistently update 6,000 words a day, and even 8,000 words on weekends, but I can't do that anymore.

I haven't received any positive feedback from the data, and I must admit that I have indeed been severely affected.

The most obvious result is that I can only write four thousand words a day, and I can't write any more than that.

After writing four thousand words, my mind was completely blank, I felt numb, and I had no interest in anything else.

To focus on writing, I almost never socialize with my colleagues. They play mahjong, Three Kingdoms Kill, Werewolf, go clubbing, flirting with girls and drinking... I don't participate in any of those things.

I might be interested in going out to eat, because that doesn't take up much time, and it gives me time to write...

But in reality, I can't type any words.

Even on weekends, I lock myself in my room for two days and spend a whole day writing only 4,000 words a day.

This seems a bit different from before. I clearly enjoy writing books, and although I also want to make money, my passion still outweighs any other motivation.

I seem to be trapped in a vicious cycle, a disgusting loop that keeps swallowing me up.

So, under such pressure, I made my choice.

Open for business!

I'm going to start deceiving myself!

Friends, I'm not looking at the data anymore!

I talked to many kind and respected elders and realized that my anxiety was actually meaningless; looking at data only made my blood pressure explode.

They might not even check the data once a month, so my frequency is really abnormal.

Therefore, I plan to stop looking at data for a long time and start focusing on writing.

I'm going to start writing again, just like before, trying to find that happy feeling I used to have.

I seem to have always been unlucky, as if I can never escape this tragic fate.

But it doesn't matter anymore, I won't admit defeat.

We don't care about grades or results.

Let us launch a grand charge against the inevitable death!

……

……

Finally, let me emphasize this again!

It's impossible for me to become a eunuch; I will never become a eunuch in my life.

The previous book went from not making any money at 600,000 words to 1.1 million words through sheer self-indulgence and stubbornness. This one will probably be similar.

Even if it means speeding up the plot, I still want to finish telling the story.

A story has a beginning, and it should have an end.