The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　It doesn't have to be tragic enough to be "profound", nor does it have to be so exciting that only audiences in the lower-tier markets will enjoy watching it.

　A simple and warm life is enough.

　A reader wrote a book review criticizing me before, saying that I loved every character too much and didn’t want them to die, so the plot lacked anticipation.

　Correct.

　I just love them. (Especially the little white flower, Huabao is my white moonlight, she is the cutest, the cutest, the best)

　In this book, I just can't bear to see the dead.

　I have ten thousand ways to make a character become something you can't let go of, but I just don't write it that way.

　Why should I feel so upset?

　Why can't it be... When you recall this story about the stars and the little tree many years later, your heart will still be filled with a faint warmth.

　You will recall the noisy atmosphere of the Citadel, the really cold snowstorm in Motiheim, the lingering incense smell on the streets of New Garo, the faint mist still lingering in Yanxia Jiuzhou, the bad people of Messina, and the people of Faru who have enough to eat.

　That's enough, I just want to convey this.

　It's not about who died, it's so sad, xx character is just an illusion and you, Mo Ying'er, my friend, I will find you and my revenge will be like this... (I forgot what happened next)

　Regarding the topic of sacrifice, I have expressed it enough and well in Pure White Fireworks.

　Maybe my mood will change in the future, but... who knows?

　Creation is beautiful, isn't it?

　I hope I can live longer and write more stories so that my words can see the world for me after I die.

　That's enough.

　In fact, this book has really had many twists and turns. It had a good reputation in the early stage, but it suffered a Waterloo at the beginning of the school year when it was put on the shelves. The performance was quite mediocre. The following year was basically in a situation of sometimes dying suddenly and sometimes recovering.

　Although the royalties from beginning to end are enough, I am a full-time author after all, and subjectively I still hope that this book can have more room for improvement and reach a higher level.

　I'm a full-time worker and I need to eat. If I feel that there is nothing wrong with my writing, I will definitely want to achieve better results.

　But it is true that it has been up and down most of the time, and there is no stable upward channel, which has caused a lot of internal consumption.

　I also experienced some mental issues caused by small circles along the way. I have complained about this before. A group of people shouted that they would destroy my job and called the book rubbish. The cause was some stupid things that only children would care about.

　To use a phrase I once said...

　It was not until later that I realized that the words I liked and the words most people liked were completely different.

　For me, stories are the sunny and magnificent scenery in the text, the poetry and distant places echoing in the valley, and the way I express my soul through words, an imperfect carrier of thoughts, like a whale in the deep sea looking for responses from its kind.

　What I like is not "yuri" or "battle writing", what I like is "stories".

　Good story.

　Stories that resonate with me and that resonate with me.

　So readers who have read my books will find that all the superficial elements are just auxiliary materials of the story for me. My main line is always the story, and it is just a story.

　But many people don’t like this. Now everyone seems to prefer to see the collision of surface elements and like to read short, concise and quick gimmick articles.

　This era leaves me feeling lost. Of course, many people would think this feeling of loss is silly—if you like writing serious stuff, then write it. Why are you jealous of people making money writing fast food? Why not write fast food too?

　Believe me, someone really said this to me.

　That is why it is said that summer insects cannot talk about ice.

　What's more, this book actually made a lot of money.

　I have to thank Xingbao, the big sponsor of our Baihua Sect/Holy Tree Sect, for supporting me in the Mengzhan for three consecutive years, and for helping our Xiaomo win the championship in the third year. This was a turning point for the fate of this book - the Mengzhan doubled the subscription results of this book, and it gained huge exposure, and the data growth continues to this day.

　I also had a long conversation with Xingbao about all of these reflections: In today's world, should creativity be driven by the tide of change? Which is more important: spiritual enlightenment or dopamine release?

　A deeper question: Has the yuri theme now completely become something no different from Huang Wen?

　Every once in a while, one or two novels about the emperor’s uncle that only last for tens of thousands of words will take off, and then suddenly die out, and the entire market will fall into a vicious cycle.

　I don't want to blame this situation because the market is chosen by readers.

　But believe me, when you see too many authors who write unscrupulous content and feel complacent, acting like bigwigs in various groups, denying the importance of writing and mocking those who write seriously as clowns, and then leading a group of people to write similar content and get everyone's praise...

　You will be disappointed too.

　Let me reiterate, I'm not really jealous of them making money. From what I see now, they don't make much.

　I am not jealous of them being praised by others, because that is the joy that only vulgar people need.

　In fact, when you think about it in the end, it's nothing more than survivor's guilt.

　I survived, but too many of me died along the way.

　I won’t say more, because the more I say, the more mistakes I will make.

　I can only promise that there will be more good stories to come.

　Don’t ask me why. As I said before, I don’t know how to write badly, so I can only produce some good stories.

　It doesn't matter if you are treated as an outlier by the market. Being lost in the crowd is a boring development.

　Well, the output of personal emotional content is

　That’s enough, let’s talk about the next update!

　Draw cakes, draw cakes!

　First, to be clear, there are two more volumes to go as part of the series before I take a long break.

　First of all, it is relaxing and enjoyable——

　Volume 7/Origin of Sins

　Well, it's Mo Ying'er's kind of relaxed and happy.

　The theme is a travel story with a little detective style!

　The package is easy.

　as well as...

　What did Lucifer do?

　After the post-episode, it’s time for the DLC of this book!

　Volume 8/Side Story String of Paint

　The protagonist is, Perlis Halfgard!

　The theme is space opera!

　There is no need to say much about the main plot. The Painter of Strings is awakening. For Perlis, facing the phantom of Laplace is a journey of destiny.

　Some old enemies are destined to meet again.

　This time, it is the real Little White Flower who fights with all her might!

　Well, I'm still leveling up this month, so I won't take a break after finishing it, and will just keep updating. Next month, I might lower the intensity a bit, after all, the content of the aftermath is generally easier, and doesn't require a lot of chapters to keep it interesting.

　The main reason is that my health has not been very good during this period, and I also want to gradually return to my normal routine...

　After finishing this book, I plan to write a short story and then start a new book. The book club will notify you of the specific time. Students who like my book can join the book club. You can join both groups. I may be more active in the old group. Although there are many people in the new group, the activity is not high.

　Okay, I won’t say any more. This isn’t a farewell after all, so I won’t say too much sentimental stuff!

　I hope your trip is worthwhile.

　Thank you for reading my book!

　★Volume 7/Origin of Sins

　Lost Paradise

　As I fell through the nine layers of dawn and dusk, I saw their sins.

　The deep red sea of ​​stars, the hanging star remains, and countless indescribable things.

　I was exiled, I crossed the sea of ​​stars, and Crimson showed me everything they had experienced, everything they had brewed themselves.

　I saw sons slaying their fathers, I saw heirs fighting over property, I saw soldiers brandishing swords.

　I see the past, I see the present, I see the future.

　I see their sins.

　The sins overlapped and became sevenfold, forming the human world.

　Tyranny in Heaven.

　Those sins are there, but they are hidden by the beautiful heaven. The Virgin Mary hanging high in the sky never looks at anything in the mortal world.

　They sank into sin and after death became slaves in the cage of heaven. They were never free.

　So I gave them freedom.

　The night of the holy war.

　Romesas - Messina

　In the penthouse suite of the Glen Opera House, businessmen gathered around a red round table.

　On the stage outside the suite, a wonderful show is going on.

　"Prince Samuel", a masterpiece of Messina opera that cannot be missed, is now in the second act. The miserable king sets out on an expedition in anger to punish his rebellious son.

　Tonight's performance lineup is very luxurious, and the merchants spent a lot of money on it, just because tonight will change the fate of the Kingdom of Messina.

　But now, no one at the table smiled.

　No one enjoyed the opera outside the suite.

　"Damn it!"

　A merchant cursed in the ancient language of Messina, his eyes fixed on the crystal ball in the center of the table.

　Clouds and mist lingered within the crystal, creating a myriad of scenes—they came from the Citadel thousands of miles away.

　"Something went wrong with Guild Master Stone. Our friend was poisoned to death by that girl! Stupid little bitch!" he gritted his teeth.

　"Poisoned? Didn't Stonek say his daughter was under his control?"

　"He seems overconfident," an elderly gentleman said, gently stroking his mustache. "The last time I saw that girl, she asked us to lend her some help. I had a private chat with her then, and she didn't pass my test."

　"What did you talk to him about?"

　"I asked her if I gave her a small duchy-sized territory and 20% of the Glenn Opera House's shares, would she cooperate with me to bring Stoner down?"

　The old gentleman lowered his head and looked at the ice cubes swaying in the amber liquid in the glass.

　"She refused and made it clear that she would not betray her father."

　"That's truly a pity," a playboy lamented in a slick tone, "Since she's unwilling to sell out her own father for profit, then she certainly won't sell out the Citadel for profit either. I really envy her stupidity..."

　"Yes, Stonek Thane probably thought so too," the old gentleman shook his head, "but he didn't think it through."

　"Poor little girl..." A noblewoman clutched her face with both hands and murmured softly, "Do you think... will the messenger bring me back her intact body? A mutilated one would be nice too..."

　"How much did you pay?" Playboy was surprised.

　"Just a few boxes of gold," the lady giggled, "Compared to the beautiful Miss Ophelia...it's nothing..."

　“I’m afraid it’s not that simple

　"Single..." The old gentleman cleared his throat. "Everyone, since we have gathered here today to witness history, we are prepared to live and die with the Chamber of Commerce. You all understand that tonight's action will be a huge gamble. If Stonek fails, the Messenger will quickly turn to the Emerald Royal Family, and the King will liquidate us as quickly as possible."

　"Don't worry. Even if most of the private army has gone to the Citadel, our area is still heavily guarded," the playboy yawned. "I don't think anyone here is as weak as Father Agostino, right? We have enough troops here to defend three Acasina towns."

　"Don't underestimate the Emerald Royal Family's determination," the old gentleman said calmly. "The King allowed the Light Elves to seize the former capital, which clearly shows how much he wants us dead. Even if the Chamber of Commerce's power can bribe the Dark Elves, it won't be able to sway the Light Elves much."

　"Alright, alright, take it easy, it's just a game..." The lady rubbed the fat on her face, "Even if we fail... my people will capture little Ophelia... and go to a snowy mountain in Winter County... Ah... my lovely little Ophelia..."

　Everyone pretended not to hear her sweet voice and continued to stare at the crystal ball.

　Outside the suite, on the stage of the drama, the king's sword clashed with the prince's. He angrily scolded his rebellious son and criticized his actions.

　"Oh! Foolish Samuel, you could have owned my kingdom! You had dominion over the birds of the sky and the fishes of the sea! But you threw yourself into the arms of my enemies!"

　"You're obsessed with her! You're obsessed with her!"

　"Samuel, foolish prince! You must repent, you must repent!"

　At this moment, as the light and shadow on the surface of the crystal ball changed, a businessman clenched his fist and cheered: