Zhuang Ning saw the faceless man, the “observer” who controlled Zhuang Ning’s fate, and asked, “Are you happy?”

“Ah.”

“Don’t worry, I’m here to discuss your job. Before that, I think you should thank me.”

“Bah.” Zhuang Ning gave him the middle finger.

“Can you consider me as your boss?” Although he had no face, the faceless man’s face twitched. “Forget it, forget it. You said before that you wanted to work from home, so just sign the contract. From now on, you will be responsible for your area. If there is any emergency, you can call me.”

This time, Zhuang Ning signed his name without much hesitation.

“So simple?” asked the Faceless Man in surprise.

“It’s hard to find a job.” Zhuang Ning lowered his eyes, “Besides, you still kept your promise.”

The Faceless Man laughed.

“why are you laughing?”

“I laugh at you for being so understanding… but those people don’t understand you at all.” He stood up and murmured, “Wherever my heart is at peace is my hometown.”

“Congratulations, then, Zhuang Ning.”

“Congratulations on coming home.”

In the blink of an eye, the darkness dissipated and Zhuang Ning was still sitting on the sofa.

The only difference was that there was another person beside him, holding Zhuang Ning and trembling slightly.

“Pureseth?”

“It’s just… I’m a little afraid of being alone.” The man who had lived in the evil kingdom for ten thousand years stammered.

“Don’t be afraid.” Zhuang Ning closed his eyes, “It’s all over.”

“Ah.”

“I will always be with you.”

“Ah.”

“Go to sleep.”

“Ah.”

It was past twelve o’clock, and perhaps due to some force majeure, there were no New Year’s Eve fireworks.

They closed their eyes and slept in the shadows.

Have no fear, for the sun will rise tomorrow as usual.

(End of the book)

Final remarks

Ah, finished.

At least it’s finished.

Although the current status of this book cannot be changed due to the New Year’s Day holiday and the editor is still shown as being serialized, it has finally been completed.

I am not a representative of those who write a little and then run away with the money, so I shouldn’t be nailed to the pillar of shame, right?

As a book that is just trying to attract attention, this is the end of it.

I am really grateful to the readers who have read this far. After all, it has come to the end, and there are still people reading this much and accepting my increasingly poor writing. That’s great!

And to my group friends, although I don’t talk much in the group and have always been lurking, I am still very happy to have you.

If I were to give a review, this book is very… very special?

This achievement has nothing to do with my quality. I am self-aware. I don’t have enough ability to write about this kind of subject matter in a reasonable way. Most of the time, it’s just the subject matter. I basically just ride on the popularity. I have said the so-called incitement many times at the beginning.

Well, there is one thing that I still admire. Ark is indeed a powerful IP. Several months have passed, and we can still see similar themes emerging one after another, just like a continuous torrent of water.

A ghost, a ghost with its own life hovering over the Ark.jpg

But I still have to apologize, after all, my writing was really not good at the end.

To be specific, this book could actually be longer, or in other words, more detailed.

But after Casimir in the fourth volume, I started to speed up the development of the plot. I finished Ursus in two chapters, Leitania in two chapters, and Columbia in two chapters.

The fifth volume is even more so. The demons and Preseth were written too quickly, and the Haisi, who was supposed to be the highlight, was also written badly. As for the final observer… To be honest, I have no idea how to write about this background board that the Ark only mentioned once! I really want to slap myself in the face for just opening this book four months ago. Why did I have to list the starry sky?

Also, I have to admit that some of the settings are wrong. After all, I haven’t watched the plot for a while, and I have forgotten a lot of things I watched before. Sometimes my brain will go crazy and I will write some very ridiculous things. I must apologize for the viewing experience problems caused by this.

In fact, the reason for the acceleration is very simple, that is, the content I wrote is too homogeneous.

It’s dead, and I can’t make fire even if I bite a lighter.

Design an outline, but the written version is not readable at all.

And around that time, my enthusiasm faded.

Even a fire burning in the forest will eventually be extinguished, even if the flames are all over the mountains at their most intense.

The lava from volcanic eruptions will eventually cool, and the seemingly infinite sun will also reach heat death over a long period of time.

Without passion, there is nothing burning, and I felt that way more or less by the end.

During that time, I felt that everything I wrote was rubbish, and I was very upset. Then I picked up the outline again and chopped up everything I wrote afterwards…

Looking back to the past (actually it was in August), my last book was a huge flop, with 10,000 collections and 100 subscriptions, which was considered a shocking result among many Ark fans.

After all, it is a personal work with a large fan background, and with three recommendations in a row, and with the concept of 10,000 copies, but there are only a hundred readers following it (maybe even less, in fact there are only more than ninety).

Even now, I feel ashamed when I think about the fact that this book is still on the list of popular books.

At that time, someone advised me to keep writing, and I accepted it. I really felt that I could keep writing.

And then, there was nothing below…

Because I can’t write anymore, I feel hopeless.

Really Sorry.

To be fair, it is really not a good book, let alone a good online article.

The most direct point about online literature is that it ultimately only looks at results, just like authors often use results as proof of their relationships with each other.

So I postponed it at that time. Not only that, but the book was not designed to revolve around me. It was just written casually under such circumstances. When I wrote the first chapter, there was not even a rough outline.

Of course, I tried my best to write this book seriously. Now it has 5,000 subscribers. It may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of the big guys with 10,000 subscribers, but it is really good enough for me.

Although this has nothing to do with my ability, after getting the dividends, even a pig can take off. When I caught the trend, I only had an average of 5,000 orders, which was quite average in a sense.

Well, having said so much, let me talk about something else.

In any case, a large part of the audience of this book is probably people who have grievances against the Ark.

Although I haven’t watched the plot for a while, I can still remember some of the helplessness I felt when I first watched the plot of Ark.

A large part of this is really in riddles, for example, I guide the way, Andorn and the Pope just don’t speak human language.

Let me give you an example, take the conversation between Andorn and the Pope.

Pope: How should we face revelation? Those mysterious, ineffable moments; those ambiguous impulses that need to be explained; those intuitions that cannot be attributed and are obscure…

Pope: Where is it leading us? What choice does it want us to make? Or is it just an illusion brought on by the fatigue of existence?

Pope: But revelation is called revelation only because we want to believe it or because we are told to believe it.

Pope: Even if we know that there is nothing illogical in it, even if we can reduce it to cold logic or objective nature…

Pope: Unfortunately, people in this world still tend to cover “revelation” with a spiritual light.

? ? ?: In this way, when faced with the cruelty of reality, the cowardly can blame the ambiguity of revelation, and the devout can regret the deviation of understanding. In any case, at least they can be sure that everything is not caused by themselves.

**

Pope: Andone, you are here.

Andorn: You don’t seem surprised.

Pope: I would not call it the result of some kind of guidance. The greatest lesson life has taught me is that people always meet, no matter how they intend to.

Andorn: But in the end, everyone has their own purpose.

Andoin: The keeper, supervisor, and practitioner of the Supreme Law.

Andorn: The eleventh saint who inherited the name of Evangelista, the virtue of sacrifice and unity, and His Holiness the Pope who stands at the pinnacle of the Lateran Holy Land.

Evangelista XI: Why recite words of honor that you don’t believe in?

Evangelista XI: That girl does not remain among you.

Andorn: She is still young and has a lot to experience.

Evangelista XI: But we are old, old enough to be adept at conspiracy, power politics, provocation and oppression.

Andorn: What are you going to do, put the gift of these years to good use on her?

Evangelista XI: I’m not stupid enough to stand in the way of a little girl.

Andorn: Even if she caused some kind of “miracle”?

Evangelista XI: No, miracles belong to the Lateran, and only to the Lateran. Grace has come, that’s all.

**

Evangelista XI: I said that discipline is instinct. I said that discipline is interpretation. With your intelligence, you should not fail to see the discrepancy.

Andorn: …if the law is constant, the “interpretation” imposed on it by historical changes cannot become “instinct”.

Evangelista XI: True. But the premise you are questioning is wrong. The law is certainly constant… it’s just that the “interpretation” is not so “fluid”.

Evangelista XI: Interpretation is not accidental, Andorn, do you understand?

Andorn: …You just said, “Old people have no possibilities.”

Evangelista XI: The Law is older than you and me.

Evangelista XI: The Pope does not interpret the law, the law interprets itself. Why do you think the law can do this?

Evangelista XI: Look at all these things around us – sorry, I broke some of them – these buildings, the icons, the stained glass, the magnificent domes and frescoes…