The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

If the world returned to its original state because the gods were no longer there...

If everything has two sides, then what would the other side of the gods correspond to?

Were they demons who disappeared along with them?

No.

The real answer lies with ordinary people.

God and man are at opposite ends of a chain, two sides of a mirror.

Gods are the reflection and realization of the inner thoughts of mortals, while mortals are the source of the birth of gods.

The two complement each other.

This proves that as mortals continue to grow stronger, the part of Ning Feng's power that slumbered along with the gods is also constantly reviving.

The gods will return one day.

They slumber in the abyss of death...

The waves have receded, the tides have subsided, and the noble moon goddess has perished.

[In the stagnant airflow, even the wind ceases, the smoke and clouds dissipate, leaving nothing behind.]

"So that's how it is."

Ning Feng, who had wandered alone for a thousand years, finally came to a conclusion about himself after a thousand years of witnessing and contemplation.

他 说:

"I am a lonely evil spirit wandering in the past."

"I am the shadow that looms over the gods."

Because darkness... is the universe itself.

Why bother searching for darkness?

"I am the darkness."

I am their eternal night.

(Volume 6, "Darkness," complete.)

(Next volume, the final volume—"The World Doesn't Need It")

A brief summary of Volume VI, "Darkness"

First of all--

Once again, thanks to Bachren, who, while not exactly hardworking, is certainly not lazy, for completing another volume of his journey.

Clap clap clap, clap clap clap.

I am in so much pain.

I'll say it again, I'm in so much pain.

This volume is the one I have ever written that has caused me the most mental anguish.

Ok.

Previously, it was only physical damage, but this time it is both physical and mental damage.

Volume 6, 180,000 words, is longer than I expected.

How should I put it? I wrote far too many endings for this volume.

By comparing the beginning and end, echoing the preceding text, and repeatedly combining them, I finally achieved the effect I wanted.

I have provided a summary explanation and foreshadowing of many places that you might call pitfalls and riddles.

This includes Ariana's unusually close relationship with Ning Feng at the beginning, the previously mentioned figure of the Prophet, the revelation of Ning Feng's past identity, and the question of who the Stargazer really is and why he shows such favoritism towards Ning Feng. And so on...

It even explained the setting of the useless system that you complained about the most.

I want to make this clear: this is not a temporary "patch".

The system itself had an initial concept.

For example, the succubus system in my previous book was one of the female protagonists (a certain bad woman), and it only played a certain role in the early stages, but was completely changed later.

This time, the system was set to seal Ning Feng himself; this was already predetermined.

From the very beginning, Ning Feng was like a veteran who kept reincarnating and eventually cleared the game. But in the very end, he discovered that although he had won, he had lost everything... He didn't want to accept this ending.

So before clearing the game, he chose to restart everything, to go back to the beginning and start over... in order to find a way to achieve a happy ending.

The system is the embodiment of his own divine power, or rather, the answer he arrived at through countless cycles of reincarnation.

Foresight, or the ability to predict the future to a certain extent.

By the way, one of my initial ideas for this book was titled "I'm Really Not a Prophet," and I even paid for a cover design, but the editor rejected it and changed it to "Dragged into a Room by a Succubus at the Start"...

It's all tears.

And going back to the previous topic, around this time last year, I had already decided on these things.

Another thing I want to complain about is that when I was almost finished writing this volume, just as I was about to reveal Ning Feng's "background"...

Brother Feng next door finished writing the Abyss and Blazing Sun storyline, and Sister Crow even pushed Huai Shi away, so I happily went to read the dozen or so chapters I had been waiting for.

Then, the more I looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, and then... I became withdrawn.

(Sobbing)

It's so beautiful!

(Sobbing)

All I can say is... Feng Gege is the most awesome.

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What they're conveying—IMAX 4K

I have once again deeply realized the gap in our abilities.

Of course, I also admit that there are many pitfalls that shouldn't be explained at this point in time.

But there's nothing we can do now; it's come to this.

This book is still not doing well, and the average daily subscriptions are steadily declining. I don't know if it will still have 900 average subscriptions left when it's finished.

In order to stop the losses, I have been accelerating as much as possible. We have reached the penultimate volume, and I have no choice but to make painful decisions.

I didn't want my final volume to be filled with revelations of what came before, so I had to stretch that out and do it in the penultimate volume.

Personally, I think it's quite suitable.

As for the plot, this volume tells the story I most wanted to tell.

In short, this volume tells a story that I personally quite like.

"Stories of the Past"

About man, about God.

Stories about how humans rebelled against the gods.

I have said long ago that the world should not be ruled by gods, and that humanity should rebel against them.

Ning Feng's role as a prophet and seer is to point out a direction for everyone, especially those who previously couldn't figure out how to proceed, and guide them forward.

Regarding character development.

In this volume, I devoted a great deal of space to describing several important characters:

【Habaron】, an unusually optimistic warrior.

His admiration for Ning Feng was genuine; he enjoyed writing thirteen-line poems, singing, and writing letters.

It represents the largest group within the Prophets, a group that blindly believes in the prophets.

In a sense, he is the epitome of a prophetic fanatic.

【Jaslin】, a noblewoman in my mind who is conservative but not old-fashioned.

His identity dictates that his style of doing things is different from others, and he often makes decisions that seem ruthless to ordinary people.

He would step forward to speak with the prophet when the city of nobles faced despair, and he would also promise to personally destroy everything if they betrayed him.

They might even choose to sacrifice their own child's life in an attempt to save others when they are in despair.

Of all people, he was the most idealistic, and also the most tormented.

He upheld the dignity of the nobility, yet he also loved his children. When these two conflicted, he was torn but ultimately chose his children.

This is actually my attitude: compared to the children who represent the new era, the dignity of the past is nothing.

Nothing is more important than the future that children represent.

【Turs】, a kind old man, was the first and most convinced that the prophet could bring them the dawn.

I personally think his death was inevitable, because if I hadn't really wanted to write a story where one person attains enlightenment and all their relatives and friends ascend to heaven, everyone would have become an immortal.

Perhaps in some ways that would be a perfect ending, but I don't think it's necessary.

That would tarnish the sacrifices of so many people, make death less important, make death meaningless... This is something I cannot accept.

The people represented by the Prophets lived in that era, and they fought for tomorrow and for the future.

They had no idea they would win, no idea that mortals would one day stand at the top of the world, and no idea that the gods would suddenly disappear...

Nobody knows.

But this is not a reason for them to give up.

To give a direct analogy, none of the martyrs of the War of Resistance against Japan knew how many years of struggle we would go through before we achieved victory.

nobody.

There are no time travelers in the real world.

Every one of them longed for that kind of victory, but they dared not even imagine it.