Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

But things have come to this point, a broken mirror is hard to restore, and in the end, there's no need to say much, we peacefully broke up last year's Singles' Day.

Yes, returning to being single on Singles' Day, it felt quite subtle.

Since then, it has been exactly a year now, apart from going out with friends to relax, I stayed home writing books.

Well, the road to writing wasn't very smooth either...

The initial performance of my last book just got better, but then Qidian changed to a new recommendation system, introducing AI to evaluate effectiveness.

Midway through the second round, despite having enough follow-up reads, I was pulled from the recommendation list early due to an unappealing book title and synopsis.

Yes, that book didn't even complete the second round of recommendations back then…

For the Xianxia category, the requirements for follow-up reads weren't high, and I had a certain reader base, it should have easily hit four rounds of recommendations…

But because of such a trivial reason, my recommendation was cut off—this midway recommendation removal mechanism is no longer present, I'm among the few victims.

Of course, I was very unwilling at the time, but I didn't want the book to end up unfinished, so I stubbornly continued writing.

That book eventually completed with 2 million words, maintaining a good score of 1200 average subscriptions.

I even wrote 10,000 words a day for a month and got the "10,000 Words Daily Update" badge (achieved by 2160 works)!

Indeed, compared to my first book on Qidian, which had 1500K words with an average of 1000 subscriptions… I had made some progress in both word count and performance.

One could say I'm really stubborn.

After that, it was an endless cycle of conceiving new books, writing new books, being rejected by editors, thinking of new books again… repeating nightmare cycles.

Thus two months were wasted, and I finally felt like I was about to collapse.

Because of overeating and drinking, I evolved into a super-large chubby with a height of 1.84 meters and a weight over 200!

I finally realized the seriousness of the issue, and I had to find my original intention back, to write a Western fantasy as a reward for myself, to maintain mental pleasure.

Although Western fantasy is very cool on Qidian now, far not as good as urban, fantasy, Xianxia… but it can't stop my love.

And I really must write, I'm really afraid my mindset will explode.

I didn't torment the editor either, I rambled six thousand words and directly proposed a contract to him, with the mindset of failure then failure...

Ultimately, this is the current book now.

Similar to the first book's character setting, a protagonist with a Paladin-like appearance but with an Enchanting Demon-like charm, evil yet not obscene, I really love this setup!

Originally, I wanted to follow the old book's route, driving around with Monster Girls… but because of some well-known recent reasons, I had to restrain myself.

Love's Iron Fist: You're not allowed to be lewd!

Me: Alright, alright, I'll behave!

To be safe, I also took the canceled Amber stream and launched it, thus dual-site dual-opening persisted for a month.

In the end, I chose one to keep writing until now.

Sigh...

Unknowingly, I've talked so much about my slightly exciting but mostly boring, even somewhat tragic life.

Ah, anyway, it's free content, allow me to babble...

Boring words, everyone, listen casually.

Believe if you want, it doesn't matter if you think I'm selling my misery, I understand.

After all, this is my life, nothing to hide.

The information is all real~

Hard to say… I actually omitted many details, hiding parts that might cause physical discomfort.

For example, a story of killing over fifty small cockroaches by myself late at night in an inexpensive rental place during the later period of high school…

Thankfully, it was in the Northeast, cockroaches are much smaller compared to the South.

Or the time in Africa, when the mosquito net was suffocating, got up in the middle of the night and used an electric mosquito swatter to kill forty mosquitoes…

Frankly, I'm not among the best, but my ability shouldn't be considered poor, I can barely make some money.

At twenty-five, two years after graduation, I made about fifty, although it was all used to pay off debts, and I'm still in debt, at least I earned it once.

Maybe still not enough, often falling short by that little bit of luck.

Hopefully, I can escape this predicament in the future.

Hope that day comes soon~

Damn it, when I succeed and become famous, I'm going to write an autobiography, and it will be named—

"How Steel is Tempered—My Struggle"

Ha.

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Well?

After reading all this, don't you think I, Little Ba, am pretty awesome?

Can't say anything else, but at least my ability to withstand pressure is off the charts.

Ha.

In short, after saying so much, I'm not actually complaining, or emphasizing how pitiable I am.

Not really.

Because it's meaningless.

Sympathy doesn't make readers buy in.

This is a subscription site, readers giving a first subscription out of pity is already incredibly kind, if the writing is too poor, no one will waste money subscribing to garbage.

People support me not because they pity me, but because they think the story is good and don't want it to just end like that.

Rather than pitying me, everyone is more sorry for the book, I'm well aware of it, and I will not act arrogantly based on everyone's love for the book.

I now truly feel like walking on thin ice, not daring to have any carelessness.

I could have kept these things to myself, but after much hesitation, I still wrote them down.

The motive isn't complicated, just because I've held these things inside for too long, with no one to talk to.