Returning from the 900th floor

November is finally over.

If there is a keyword for this month, it should be mental exhaustion.

If there is a second one, it can be self-impression.

No one should be able to tell that I kept updating in the last week when I had colds, fevers, headaches, rhinitis, sneezing, conjunctivitis, watery eyes, tonsillitis, and bronchitis, right?

I was really afraid that I had been infected by a virus, but fortunately the test results were normal.

Please allow me to give my awesome body three seconds of applause.

Half a month ago, my wife got sick and I could take a day off to take care of her.

But if you are sick, fight if you can.

I couldn't resist, so I gritted my teeth and typed on the keyboard with a determination that I was ready to die. I kept shouting in my heart that I was afraid that I would die if I didn't do it.

I never want to be a miserable person, and I don’t like to complain to everyone when something happens.

I even look down on those sissies who act pretentious when they are sick.

I am a man. As long as I am not dead, I can continue to work. I am afraid of being embarrassed!

Every time I send a single chapter to ask for leave, it is because things are too bad and I am afraid that the sudden discontinuation will disappoint everyone, so I inform you in advance.

Like I said once, I absolutely hate taking time off.

Especially taking time off because of illness seems to be a kind of giving up and surrender.

Give up and hold on to your dreams.

and surrendered to the disease.

What kind of dignity do old men have if they live like this?

Men are always willing to risk their lives just to save face.

So in November, I took leave because my wife was sick.

But I didn’t even say anything about my illness.

I know I can get through this.

No advance notification of vaccination is required.

Just like this moment, on the first day of December, if I hadn't written a monthly summary and chatted with everyone, no one would have known that this man spent every day of the last week holding a tissue with tears streaming down his face, sneezing until the back of his head stung, and his back muscles spasmed. Even though my eyes were so swollen that I couldn't open them, I still continued to write from day to night.

If any uninformed person saw this picture, they would think that I was writing a story that made me cry!

Fortunately.

Everything is fine now.

By the end of November, my illness was almost healed.

Let’s officially enter the closing period in the next December.

If nothing unexpected happens, this book will be finished in early January, with a word count of just over 1 million. The outline can only go so far, and the entire story theme is just for the last shake. Hundreds of thousands of words have been laid out and it will be ugly if it is not finished.

To be honest, it’s a bit of a pity that it will be released in July and subscription fees will start to be collected in September.

It only takes four months to make a full profit.

You may not be able to earn so much even if you start a business.

Who doesn't like money?

It's a pity that there are no more outlines later. Hard water will destroy your character.

Just stick to the plan honestly, at least you won’t look down on yourself.

Thank you all for your tolerance.

Even if I am sick and write like shit, you are still willing to pay to read it. You are as kind as an angel!

The ending is the most dramatic plot in the book. All the foreshadowings will have answers and all the foreshadowing will be released here. This is the plot that I have been looking forward to since the beginning of the book. I believe it will not disappoint everyone.

It also fulfills what I said when I put it on the shelves.

There is a beginning and an end.