Ark, they don't revolve around you

But I still have to apologize, after all, my writing was really not good at the end.

To be specific, this book could actually be longer, or in other words, more detailed.

But after Casimir in the fourth volume, I started to speed up the development of the plot. I finished Ursus in two chapters, Leitania in two chapters, and Columbia in two chapters.

The fifth volume is even more so. The demons and Preseth were written too quickly, and the Haisi, who was supposed to be the highlight, was also written badly. As for the final observer... To be honest, I have no idea how to write about this background board that the Ark only mentioned once! I really want to slap myself in the face for just opening this book four months ago. Why did I have to list the starry sky?

Also, I have to admit that some of the settings are wrong. After all, I haven't watched the plot for a while, and I have forgotten a lot of things I watched before. Sometimes my brain will go crazy and I will write some very ridiculous things. I must apologize for the viewing experience problems caused by this.

In fact, the reason for the acceleration is very simple, that is, the content I wrote is too homogeneous.

It's dead, and I can't make fire even if I bite a lighter.

Design an outline, but the written version is not readable at all.

And around that time, my enthusiasm faded.

Even a fire burning in the forest will eventually be extinguished, even if the flames are all over the mountains at their most intense.

The lava from volcanic eruptions will eventually cool, and the seemingly infinite sun will also reach heat death over a long period of time.

Without passion, there is nothing burning, and I felt that way more or less by the end.

During that time, I felt that everything I wrote was rubbish, and I was very upset. Then I picked up the outline again and chopped up everything I wrote afterwards...

Looking back to the past (actually it was in August), my last book was a huge flop, with 10,000 collections and 100 subscriptions, which was considered a shocking result among many Ark fans.

After all, it is a personal work with a large fan background, and with three recommendations in a row, and with the concept of 10,000 copies, but there are only a hundred readers following it (maybe even less, in fact there are only more than ninety).

Even now, I feel ashamed when I think about the fact that this book is still on the list of popular books.

At that time, someone advised me to keep writing, and I accepted it. I really felt that I could keep writing.

And then, there was nothing below...

Because I can’t write anymore, I feel hopeless.

Really Sorry.

To be fair, it is really not a good book, let alone a good online article.

The most direct point about online literature is that it ultimately only looks at results, just like authors often use results as proof of their relationships with each other.

So I postponed it at that time. Not only that, but the book was not designed to revolve around me. It was just written casually under such circumstances. When I wrote the first chapter, there was not even a rough outline.

Of course, I tried my best to write this book seriously. Now it has 5,000 subscribers. It may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of the big guys with 10,000 subscribers, but it is really good enough for me.

Although this has nothing to do with my ability, after getting the dividends, even a pig can take off. When I caught the trend, I only had an average of 5,000 orders, which was quite average in a sense.

Well, having said so much, let me talk about something else.

In any case, a large part of the audience of this book is probably people who have grievances against the Ark.

Although I haven't watched the plot for a while, I can still remember some of the helplessness I felt when I first watched the plot of Ark.

A large part of this is really in riddles, for example, I guide the way, Andorn and the Pope just don't speak human language.

Let me give you an example, take the conversation between Andorn and the Pope.

Pope: How should we face revelation? Those mysterious, ineffable moments; those ambiguous impulses that need to be explained; those intuitions that cannot be attributed and are obscure...

Pope: Where is it leading us? What choice does it want us to make? Or is it just an illusion brought on by the fatigue of existence?

Pope: But revelation is called revelation only because we want to believe it or because we are told to believe it.

Pope: Even if we know that there is nothing illogical in it, even if we can reduce it to cold logic or objective nature…

Pope: Unfortunately, people in this world still tend to cover “revelation” with a spiritual light.

? ? ?: In this way, when faced with the cruelty of reality, the cowardly can blame the ambiguity of revelation, and the devout can regret the deviation of understanding. In any case, at least they can be sure that everything is not caused by themselves.

**

Pope: Andone, you are here.

Andorn: You don't seem surprised.

Pope: I would not call it the result of some kind of guidance. The greatest lesson life has taught me is that people always meet, no matter how they intend to.

Andorn: But in the end, everyone has their own purpose.

Andoin: The keeper, supervisor, and practitioner of the Supreme Law.

Andorn: The eleventh saint who inherited the name of Evangelista, the virtue of sacrifice and unity, and His Holiness the Pope who stands at the pinnacle of the Lateran Holy Land.

Evangelista XI: Why recite words of honor that you don't believe in?

Evangelista XI: That girl does not remain among you.

Andorn: She is still young and has a lot to experience.

Evangelista XI: But we are old, old enough to be adept at conspiracy, power politics, provocation and oppression.

Andorn: What are you going to do, put the gift of these years to good use on her?

Evangelista XI: I'm not stupid enough to stand in the way of a little girl.

Andorn: Even if she caused some kind of "miracle"?

Evangelista XI: No, miracles belong to the Lateran, and only to the Lateran. Grace has come, that's all.

**

Evangelista XI: I said that discipline is instinct. I said that discipline is interpretation. With your intelligence, you should not fail to see the discrepancy.

Andorn: ...if the law is constant, the "interpretation" imposed on it by historical changes cannot become "instinct".

Evangelista XI: True. But the premise you are questioning is wrong. The law is certainly constant... it's just that the "interpretation" is not so "fluid".

Evangelista XI: Interpretation is not accidental, Andorn, do you understand?

Andorn: ...You just said, "Old people have no possibilities."

Evangelista XI: The Law is older than you and me.

Evangelista XI: The Pope does not interpret the law, the law interprets itself. Why do you think the law can do this?

Evangelista XI: Look at all these things around us - sorry, I broke some of them - these buildings, the icons, the stained glass, the magnificent domes and frescoes...

Evangelista XI: Are they giving us some illusion?

Evangelista XI: Remember "Revelation"?

Andorn: ...even if we know that there is nothing illogical about it, even if we can break it down to cold logic or objective nature...

Evangelista XI: Alas, the people of the world will still cover it with a layer of spiritual light.

Evangelista XI: ...

Evangelista XI: There is only one true law.

Evangelista XI: --Let our existence continue.

Andorn: ..."We", what?

**

**

Evangelista: Eleven follows me.

**

**

I followed the old man deeper into the cave.

Everyone knows that beneath the cathedral is the burial place of many saints.

They were the most learned and the most brilliant men in the long history of the Lateran world, and their polished marble statues had empty eyes that looked indifferently at passers-by.

**

down.

Stone tablets recording the great achievements of successive popes are displayed in order.

There were conceited men, humble men, noble men, and perhaps mad men among them. But none of them had ever tarnished the Lateran. Now, they said nothing.

**

down.

Here the oldest saints rest.

They brought the Sakota from Chaos, and they possessed all the virtues of the world, and all those who came after them were merely imitators. The plaques engraved with their miracles were dimmed.

**

down.

I no longer knew where I was.

Everything I saw had never been recorded in any book, and I couldn't understand it.

This does not belong in Rutland.

A low humming sound filled the entire space.

I actually started to feel panicked...

This is not the answer I want, this is not a human creation or fabrication...

This will not be shaken by interpretation, exegesis, debate or reformation...

This is not a battle of believing or not believing, why believing or how believing…

Because it is an irrefutable existence.

It's in this way.

presence.

**

I still remember that when I read this, I really didn't want to click any further.

Yes, now we know that Lateran is the mainframe, and we know that Lateran's laws are some kind of war command system.

However, when I saw this scene, I just felt... tired.

Just tired.

And anger.

What the hell is the law?!

After you have read so many lines, which sounded like an opera, like some people who think they are excellent writers showing off their words and proving their noble sentiments to the readers, you are unwilling to speak the so-called truth in a simple, direct and understandable way? !

This long paragraph of text has very little information, and what can be filtered out is that, first, the law is to allow the Sakota to continue. Once Sakota does something against the tribe, it will be fallen and cut off from the connection with the Guardian Gun. Second, the law is a machine, buried for a long time.

Well, no more.

Even the machinery is hinted at with just a “low humming sound filling the space.”

I was thinking at the time, if I really wrote a book like this, I would just starve to death.

Then I am probably not without malicious intent, and I think with the most evil mind that the person who wrote the book may still be intoxicated by his self-righteous elegance and think that all the audiences do not know the value of the book.

Ha, maybe some people think that I should continue to complain about the plot of Ark?

That's wrong.

Because I found that I might have had some of this tendency in the past, and it felt like I saw the shadow of my past self.

Next, here are my personal thoughts.

I actually envy one thing, or in simple terms, writing skills.

In other words, the ability to use words to stir up readers' emotions and arouse their excitement.

There was a time, probably more than two years ago, when I tried to write.

At that time, I felt that I was very capable. Regardless of other things, at least my writing skills would not be bad.

But when I actually start writing, oh, I feel like a hopeless illiterate.

At that time, I also wrote a lot of things that I thought were profound, but in fact they were very empty and could not impress anyone.