Today's three chapters concluded with the final one being a massive four-thousand-word installment. To be honest, while writing that last chapter, I kept stopping and starting; it took me over five hours, and I couldn't settle my mind. After writing a few hundred words, I’d check the book page, then check our monthly ticket count.

The result was that after checking so many times, the monthly ticket count hadn't budged at all.

We hit 27 votes today, nearly double short of my 50-vote goal. Compared to the books ahead of us, our subscription numbers aren't far off—we're at three thousand, just like them. Hitting three thousand in 24 hours is manageable, but sustaining the explosive pace seems impossible compared to others who only need a single announcement. This feeling is truly bitter.

My spirits are low. I had fully intended to push for four chapters today, but reality has dampened my drive. I typed furiously for over five hours, yet I only managed just over four thousand words in the end. I just couldn't calm down; my heart wouldn't settle.

I admit it: performance often dictates the state of my writing.

Tomorrow, I genuinely want to burst forth again, deliver four more chapters. If only my readers could provide me with some momentum, some genuine joy. I sincerely hope for enough motivation to keep pushing hard throughout this entire month, to be able to unleash continuous updates every single day.

My wish isn't grand: 50 votes. If I can just see 50 votes tomorrow, I promise another four-chapter explosion.

Every single vote you cast is an encouragement to me. Right now, every vote brings such immense happiness and drive. I humbly ask again. RS