After writing the 32nd chapter and uploading it I take look at the views for my story, it had only around 2.3K views and the reviews were also bad.
I started to delete the bad reviews one by one, now there is only one four star review on my novel, it was by the user "EmperorOfSnow".
EmperorOfSnow was the only user who was reading and supporting my novel and commenting on every chapter as soon as I publish a new chapter.
Other's were simply putting bad reviews and comments without even reading the first chapter, one guy commented about a character that I didn't even introduced to the novel. And others were Same as that.
I looked at the comments of EmperorOfSnow and started to read it one by one.
As I scrolled through the comments I saw the first-ever comment that the EmperorOfSnow gave my novel.
• EmperorOfSnow - Chapter 1: Over all I like the theme, but you should atleast change the way you introduced the skills in here.
I chuckled as I was reading the comment, I already changed that as the EmperorOfSnow suggested a longtime ago.
As I scrolled through the EmperorOfSnow's comments on each chapter, I couldn't help but feel the gratitude for his continuous support for my novel that has been dead.
• EmperorOfSnow - Chapter 5: The character development is coming along nicely, but I think you could delve deeper into the protagonist's motivations.
• EmperorOfSnow - Chapter 12: The pacing feels a bit rushed here. Maybe consider adding more descriptive details to enhance the setting.
EmperorOfSnow - Chapter 18: I'm loving the plot twists! Keep them coming.
As I reached the last chapter I was wondering if there is a comment, because I just uploaded that chapter but EmperorOfSnow already left a comment on that chapter as well.
I eagerly clicked on the comment left by EmperorOfSnow on the last chapter, anticipating his thoughts as always.
• EmperorOfSnow - Chapter 32: Wow, what a cliffhanger! I can't wait to see how the protagonist handles this new challenge. Keep up the excellent work!
A rush of gratitude flooded over me as I read EmperorOfSnow's comment.
I replied to him, "Thank you for supporting my novel up until now, I'm planning to stop writing. I'm happy to have a reader like you I hope you enjoyed my pathetic work up until now."
I was really planning to stop writing, I didn't earn much from this work other the spite of others, so I was at my wits end.
Then the reader EmperorOfSnow replied to me, "Is it okay if I mail you?"
I glanced at the screen, my heart racing with a mix of emotions. EmperorOfSnow wanted to mail me? The thought was unexpected, but I found myself nodding in agreement. Despite my decision to stop writing, I was curious about what EmperorOfSnow had to say.
Quickly, I navigated to the messaging section of the platform, finding EmperorOfSnow's profile. With a sense of anticipation, I clicked on the "Message" button and composed a brief reply.
"Sure, feel free to send me a message. I'd be happy to hear from you," I typed, trying to keep my tone casual despite the excitement bubbling within me.
Moments later, a notification popped up indicating that I had received a new mail. My heart skipped a beat as I eagerly clicked on it.
The mail from EmperorOfSnow was concise and to the point, but filled with an unexpected warmth that made my heart flutter.
"Hi there,
Thank you for responding so quickly. I hope you don't mind me reaching out like this. I've been following your work closely and, as you might have guessed, I'm quite a fan. Your story has been a significant part of my routine, and I genuinely believe it has great potential.
Is there anyway that you would continue this novel? I just don't want this novel to end like this.
Best regards,
EmperorOfSnow"
I sat back in my chair, staring at the screen. EmperorOfSnow's mail echoed in my mind, bringing a mix of emotions. Here was someone who genuinely cared about my story, someone who saw potential where I saw failure. His words sparked a flicker of hope in me.
I took a deep breath, pondering his request. Could I continue writing? Could I push through the negativity and find a way to keep the story alive, not just for myself but for EmperorOfSnow and any other silent readers who might be out there?
I started typing my response, my hands trembling slightly.
"Hi EmperorOfSnow,
Your message truly touched me. Knowing that my story has been a significant part of your routine means more to me than words can express. Writing was my passion my everything, but I understood the truth about that passion can't fill stomach or pay bills, it also seems like a perfect time to end the novel as well considering the direction it's taken. However, your support and belief in my story have given me the joy. So I hope you would understand my situation.
Best regards,
LostDragon1"
I hit send and leaned back, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness. It was a difficult decision, but it felt right. Moments later, my inbox chimed with a new message. EmperorOfSnow had replied quickly.
"Hi LostDragon1,
I completely understand your situation. Passion and practicality often clash in the world of creativity. However, I have a favor to ask you. Could you please give your opinion on my story? I started to write because of you so it would be my pleasure if you read the novel I created.
Best regards,
EmperorOfSnow"
My curiosity piqued, I felt a smile tug at the corners of my lips. EmperorOfSnow had started writing because of me? The thought filled me with a sense of pride and responsibility. If my story had inspired someone to take up writing, then perhaps all my effort hadn't been in vain.
I typed a quick response.
"Hi EmperorOfSnow,
Thank you for your understanding and kind words. I would be honored to read and give feedback on your story. Please send me the link or the title so I can find it. Looking forward to diving into your work!
Best regards,
LostDragon1"
After hitting send, I felt a sense of anticipation. A few minutes later, another notification appeared.
"Hi LostDragon1,
Thank you so much! Here's the link to my story: [link]. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Your feedback would mean the world to me.
Best regards,
EmperorOfSnow"
I clicked on the link and found myself on a new story page. The title was intriguing, and the cover art was eye-catching. I took a deep breath and began to read. The opening paragraph drew me in immediately, with a well-crafted hook that hinted at the exciting journey ahead.
As I read further, I noticed the echoes of my own storytelling style, but with a unique twist that was distinctly EmperorOfSnow's. The story was great but I could see that the main character that he designed was almost identical to mine and the tone of story was the typical one with a world with swords and magic, but there were many other intriguing part to it as well.
Overall it was a great story, I wanted to read more but there weren't anymore to the story that he send me.
Feeling both flattered and intrigued by the similarities between EmperorOfSnow's story and my own, I composed a thoughtful response to his message.
"Hi EmperorOfSnow,
I just finished reading your story, and I must say, I'm impressed! Your narrative style is engaging, and the world you've created is vivid and immersive. I enjoyed the journey your protagonist embarked upon, and while I noticed some similarities to my own work, I appreciate the unique twists and turns you've incorporated.
The main character you've designed does bear some resemblance to mine, and I couldn't help but notice the familiar tone of a fantasy world with swords and magic. However, you've injected fresh elements and ideas that kept me hooked until the last page.
I would love to read more of your story if you plan to continue it. Your talent for storytelling shines through, and I believe you have the potential to create something truly remarkable. Keep writing, and never stop exploring the depths of your imagination.
Thank you for sharing your work with me, and I look forward to seeing where your storytelling journey takes you next.
Best regards,
LostDragon1"
As I hit send and leaned back on my chair, I was hoping that the EmperorOfSnow would reply faster.
"Hi LostDragon1,
I'm glad you enjoyed my story! Your feedback means a lot to me. I do plan to continue the story, but I don't know what to write next. I was hoping that you would help me to continue the novel.
Best regards,
EmperorOfSnow"
After reading the mail that the EmperorOfSnow send me I giggled, I told him that I would help however I can with the story that he is writing.
After that I shut down my computer then drank a small can of energy drink then I get on my bed, slowly my eyelids became heavier and heavier.
Then a small pain creeped on my chest, it was like a weight pressing down, suffocating me. I gasped for breath, feeling a tightness in my chest that refused to ease. Panic surged through me as I struggled to sit up, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. The room spun around me, and I clutched at the bedsheets, desperate for stability.
With trembling hands, I reached for my phone, fumbling to dial the emergency number. My vision blurred as I struggled to focus, each heartbeat reverberating through my entire body like a drumbeat of impending doom. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I waited for someone to answer the call.
"Emergency services, how can I help you?" a voice on the other end of the line asked, sounding distant and muffled.
"I... I think I'm I....am", before I could finish my the sentence I felt a sharp pain shoot through my chest, cutting off my words. It was as if an invisible hand had squeezed my heart, sending waves of agony rippling through my body. My breath caught in my throat, and I struggled to speak as darkness closed in around me.
"Sir, are you there? Can you hear me?" the voice on the other end of the line asked urgently.
I tried to respond, but no words came out. The pain was overwhelming, consuming me entirely. Fear clenched at my heart as I realized that something was seriously wrong. Tears welled up in my eyes as I fought to hold on, to stay conscious long enough for help to arrive.
"Please, stay with me. Help is on the way," the voice reassured me, but it felt like a distant echo in the void that enveloped me.
But it was already late, my vision became dark and I couldn't move my body, then I heard a voice echoing through the darkness around me.