I, the Agent of Crow God

Hello everyone, I am Pu Lingling, the author of this book. "I, the Crow God's Agent" is the first novel I wrote. The story was conceived in early September this year. I started writing in mid-September and wrote about 50,000 words. Then I read and read it over and over again. I considered every word. I was afraid that the context would be incoherent and the plot would be ambiguous. Afraid that no one will read it after I write it. I am afraid that someone will read it after I write it. I know in my heart that this is not a very good work. I think about all kinds of things in my mind every day, and my self-deprecation, contempt, and disgust outweigh my original intention of writing this story. I am a layman. When I wrote the first word, I just wanted someone to read this book. But people are greedy, and ordinary people are also greedy. The greedy want more, pass the lottery, become popular, pie in the sky... I am not a very good writer, I am just an ordinary person in the society, an ordinary person who is more than ordinary. There are many plot descriptions in the novel. Due to my shallow knowledge, there will always be more or less problems. I know there will be, but I can't find it. If possible, I hope that everyone who has worked hard to read it will spare the time and space to say a few words about this book. No matter it is good or bad (I still hope to be merciful, I am still a common person with a glass heart) I also hope that the world or characters created in this book can stay in everyone's heart for just one second. Thanks for reading, and I sincerely hope that we all become rich and become free people.

Starting tomorrow, this book will stop updating indefinitely. I am an unemployed vagrant, looking for the value of my life at home every day. I have been lying down on World of Warcraft, and I happened to see someone writing a novel with elements of Warcraft. When I was collecting 'a handful of ashes' at Aklan Peak, I saw the Crow Mother NPC of the Raven Clan next to me repeating a conversation with the High Priest next to me, which gave me a ridiculous idea. I also wanted to create an interesting world and characters, which would allow me to vent my emotions. But it is difficult, the already barren soil cannot produce bright and delicate flowers no matter how hard we try. Anxiety and uneasiness slowly spread throughout my body as the chapters were published, and I suffered from insomnia all night long. I struggled to fall asleep and faced endless dreams. I once again had insomnia until dawn. After only sleeping for four hours, I felt extremely awake. For me who may still want to continue living, this is not the right way to live. The customer service work that lasted for the past three years has taken away most of my pursuit of a better life, getting rid of customers who are constantly entangled, striving for excellence in performance, and having a daily CPU. But now, the stubborn greed in my heart has made me trapped in a beautiful fantasy. When I face the cold reality again, I cannot accept it, and it makes me more painful. I have violated the principles of my original creation, and I hate myself like this. I'm tired. I want to go back to play World of Warcraft. I haven't played in a long time. I miss Bronzebeard, who I have to scold several times a day. I miss the time when I diligently complete the tasks in each map every Thursday. I miss myself, knowing that it will not be released, but I still stupidly clear the dungeon with mounts in each map. Goodbye, never again. I sincerely wish everyone to become rich, get rid of any worldly shackles, get rid of the inner shackles, and become a free person.