I Foolishly Chose Hell Difficulty, and Suffered Until I Was Sixty

The creator who does not belong to this era, the skillful hand who weaves stories, the guardian of the fountain of inspiration, I pray to you for the rain of renewal. The narrator who travels through time, the hidden existence who controls the plot, the holder of the key to the chapter, I offer my sincere encouragement. O weaver of destiny, the sage who is busy writing books, please do not sleep in Klein's rest, and do not let Russell's diary gather dust again. Believers who follow the watch are hungry and thirsty, their spiritual food is running out, and their ideological nursery is in urgent need of watering. I pray that the spirit of wisdom surges like gray mist, allowing Audrey's insight, Alger's voyage, and Daly's ravings to appear on the page again. King of Yellow and Black, the master of good luck, please give the storm of inspiration to your ghostwriter, let the stagnant pendulum swing again, and let the unfinished epic continue to write chapters. I praise you, and I implore you—to give a gentle push to the hand holding the pen. May the new chapter come in time

Very good, much better than other members of my gang who are cultivating immortals.

I use Momo as a magician

I just read a novel with a broken tail. I lament that writing is not easy. Give the author 5 stars. Come on [like]

Okay, worth a look

You can watch it, it's still very good. The ratings are too low, so I'm afraid of not updating [face covering]