Eternal Life: The Emperor Has Gone Mad

First of all, thank you to everyone who has collected and read this book, especially those who voted and rewarded, and those who have been following the update until here.

I am really sorry that I chose to end it at about 600,000 words.

There is no other reason, it is just that the writing is broken, and various problems emerge one after another.

As a result, I can't continue to write.

So I have to speed up the progress in the third volume and finish the story.

As the author's first novel on the shelf, I am still inexperienced (つД`).

This book has a fatal problem from the beginning-it has no outline, and even the construction of the power system is very simple, which makes it very easy to be affected in the process of writing, basically writing whatever comes to mind.

So some friends think that it is messy, that's normal.

Because it's really like stepping on a watermelon peel, and it's up to you (つД`).

In particular, I made two of the most serious mistakes in the early stage.

One is to temporarily add the dynasty line that I am not good at, but it drags down the development of the personal line.

If you enter the dungeon alone, you will be disliked for developing power from scratch. It doesn't make sense for the emperor to go into battle himself when he has subordinates.

Bring the team in, I can't write anymore.

As a result, I didn't even dare to write freely in the dungeon world, and I ended it hastily every time.

According to my original idea, I actually wanted the protagonist to experience the customs and habits of various worlds, and I wanted to write in detail.

Second, the protagonist was allowed to be in harmony with the way of heaven too early, which not only caused the power system to collapse, but also directly solved the problem of the protagonist's life span, making the book lack the greatest external pressure and directly heading towards the upgrade of the cool article.

As for the remaining golden fingers, perspective conversion, and writing rhythm, they all have their own problems.

So the more I write, the more powerless I feel.

I feel that there are problems everywhere.

I can only say that as my first novel on the shelf, it is indeed unsatisfactory.

Here, I can only thank all my friends for their support again! ! I disappoint you! ! (End of this chapter)