Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

The tune is cheerful, but its magnificent symphonic sound constantly pushes the atmosphere to new climaxes.

The poet leaned back on the soft sofa and listened attentively.

Next to him was San Yueqi who was discussing interesting stories with Dan Heng, Ji Zi was making coffee, and Uncle Yang was sitting opposite him reading a newspaper.

Xing glanced out the window thoughtfully. The originally deep and distant starry sky now looked like a long scarlet night, exuding an ominous feeling.

For some reason, she felt as if she was living in an absurd reality.

Immediately afterwards——

The violent turbulence spread from the back of the train. Everyone stopped what they were doing at the same time, and Xing's expression became more and more shocked.

Outside the car window is an extremely unusual starry sky, and further out are giant stinging insects that are even larger than celestial bodies and are traveling among the galaxies.

It flaps its wing elytra, and the feathers that weave the phantom red night are exactly the starry sky presented in the star vision.

As the train was swallowed by it, the universe returned to silence.

So absurd and so desperate.

Final remarks

Before I knew it, it was this time again!

When I first started reading this book, I didn’t really think too much about it. I simply felt that the story of Wendy and Beloberg would be a good fit.

Therefore, when I started writing, except for some difficult original parts, I was able to write it smoothly most of the time, and I was also able to experience that the collision between characters was a very interesting thing.

This is probably one of the few times when I feel happy while working as if I were writing an article for fun.

I believe everyone should be quite satisfied with the Wendy constructed in the article.

From a pleasing perspective, in the early stages of the story I read a lot of Barbatos’s writing and plots, constantly fine-tuning and revising them.

For example, the conversation with Seele in the first three chapters, the discussion with Swarovski about Beloberg, and the emotional journey of accompanying Bronya to the orphanage in the lower district.

Many of the dialogues here have been polished in post-production, and the goal is to restore as much as possible a free and romantic bard with a gentle heart who can always blow the wind of turning point and hope for everyone.

However, to pursue such a high-intensity soul dialogue between characters, it is inevitable to put yourself in the character's shoes and think about what she/he would think and do if she/he were in that position.

In order to seek to integrate these thoughts, some chapters appear to be too lengthy and redundant.

This is something I very much hope to correct.

After the Beloberg story was completed, I also considered ending it. After all, strictly speaking, using this kind of role-playing to immerse oneself in the story has both advantages and disadvantages for creation, because not every role is suitable for the stage that can be presented harmoniously and perfectly.

In the world view of Goblin Slayer, what I envisioned is actually a very old-fashioned but classic story.

Because the story of the pioneers does not focus on one person, it is necessary to describe and narrate the growth of other characters.

Considering the rationality, Goblin Slayer, whose danger was not that high, but whose situation was almost as bad as Beloberg's, became my first choice at that time.

As for the results, I didn't tell this story well, and the process was perhaps inevitably boring and tedious, but I had to explain the setting in detail, which put me in a dilemma.

Fortunately, even in the most difficult times, there are still some readers who support me and enable me to continue to work hard to tell my story.

This brings us to the Immortal Boat chapter. In my opinion, this plot is not as free as the one about Beloberg.

Because the protagonist of the Xianzhou chapter has already been determined, there is no way to skip specific nodes.

What I can do is only within a limited scope, so I had to exercise some restraint when writing. But later I thought about how a free god could be restricted by such a simple matter, so I just boldly joined the battlefield!

The confrontation with Huanlong and the conversations were also the parts that made me feel refreshed.

As a spice of the story, it should also achieve the effect I want.

Finally, as I want to express through the characters in this article——

The pioneer's journey is not a novel or a video. When you stop turning the pages or press the escape button, everything will end.

In this story that I cannot continue to tell, the nameless guests and those unknown and brilliant stars will surely have their moment to shine.

By then, I hope these wonderful stories will be able to emerge in my mind again in an inspired way, and I will do my best to present them to you!

Next, I will continue to create, finish the old book, and draw strength from the encouragement.

Finally, I hope everyone will continue to support me.

See you in the next book.

MYGO fanfiction, the title is "Youth Band Heavy Girl Will Not Meet Escaped Ghost Girl"

The author came up with this work while having a 45-degree fever.

The introduction is as follows:

——"There are no ghosts in this world."

Until she moved into her new home, the girl named Toyokawa Shoko always believed this.

However, whenever she came back from outside, things in the house were always moved around. The floor, which should have been dirty, was cleaned up, and even beer cans were piled up into a castle.

"These things can't be done by that bastard dad."

Thoughts like this have been popping up in her mind since she saw her father sleeping soundly.

So, if it wasn't her or her father, who could have come to the house without taking a penny and even helped with the cleaning?

Unconsciously, she remembered a piece of information she had seen on a house-hunting website before renting a house.

“…Someone died in this apartment.”

And in front of her, a girl in pure white was sitting there.

Dressed in a white dress, she seemed to vanish into the wind as she whispered softly, "I hope you can help me realize a wish."

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Overall, this is a heartwarming and healing bedtime story. Book lovers who are interested in mygo can take a look.