I'm in Teresin, dedicated to playing badly

It must be just an illusion.

she thinks.

Then, without changing his expression, he spoke again.

"And what is your name?"

"me."

The strange trainer smiled.

"My name is Shinji Kitahara."

"Please take care of me in the future."

Hopefully, this time he can successfully tank.

Finish this testimonial

Finished with flowers.

First of all, I'd like to apologize for the interruption in updating.

I apologize to all readers, I have stopped updating.

Then please allow me to say a few words of apology.

Those of you who have been following the story should know that I went through a lot of hardships while writing this book.

My mother has heart disease and is going through menopause. I get scolded every day but dare not talk back. I also worry about her heart problems in the middle of the night. I went to the hospital five times in three months. I was so tired of staying by her bedside every day.

My own body has also been set to be weak and prone to illness. So far, I have tested positive three times, my memory has declined significantly, I have gotten sick twice from eating seafood, and I have had urticaria for more than a month.

Not to mention the minor illnesses and ailments during that time, under such multiple torments, I really couldn't write anymore.

Then, during that period, I did write poorly, and after being criticized, although I knew that what everyone said was right, I am also a human being, and it must have been painful to be scolded.

With multiple factors at play, I was completely on the verge of a mental breakdown.

As for the performance, going on about it would sound like I'm trying to gain sympathy, so let's get back to the book itself.

First of all, I admit that the ending of this book is a bit rushed.

Although most of the necessary details have been explained, and all the horse girls who could jump have jumped, and those who couldn't have been arranged, there are bound to be some omissions. I will update a few epilogue chapters later to fill in those gaps.

As for the storyline, I did cut it, but I think the cut was justified.

Well, after thinking about it, I realized that everyone is here to watch the horses jump. The horse hunting storyline is essentially a service to the horses jumping. If we focus too much on it, people won't want to watch it. It would be more worthwhile to have more horses jump.

So I cut the storylines involving Kirito and Daisuke Kamisato directly, otherwise it would be painful for me to write, and no one would want to read them.

But if we remove this line...

Honestly, romance novels are essentially over the moment the horse jumps over the wall.

Perhaps other authors can write something amazing, but I really don't have that ability.

You can't expect everyone else to jump off their horses while someone else is still pulling and tugging, can you?

That's outrageous.

I was already criticized many times for making too many elaborations while I was writing, and sometimes I even felt that my elaborations were a bit outrageous, and sometimes I couldn't help but think, 'What the hell are you elaborating on?'

But the problem is, if you think about it calmly, these kinds of romance novels are all about the push and pull; once you stop the push and pull, it's over.

Writing about competitions? Putting aside whether people would like to read them, do I even have the ability?

It's fair to say that from the moment the solar eclipse occurred, this book was destined to end much sooner.

Romance novels, romance novels! If you're not into romance, why are you even writing them?

As for the protagonist's leveling up and showing off, it's all over by the end. Eclipse has already wiped out the entire field, and Shinji Kitahara's coolness and abilities have reached the maximum level. There's no point in doing anything more.

So despite my best efforts to fill in the gaps, in the end all I could do was jump around from horse to horse and complete the world-building, and then I got the Silver Palms ending.

The ability is right here, what do you suggest we do? (shrugs)

And to be honest, because of my previous illness, I didn't work or earn money, and now I'm under a lot of financial pressure.

I know I should switch to a new account and start a new book. I know this book has been on hiatus for too long, and even if I resume updating, it won't bring any benefits.

But I just want to end it.

During my illness, I tried to write a new book, but every time I tried, the book felt like a fishbone stuck in my throat.

As I said before, as long as I don't say it's unfinished, I will always think about making up the ending, and I have repeatedly emphasized that I will come back to make up the ending once I have made money.

But I haven't even made any money yet, and I'm already back to finish the ending.

How should I put it...

Just want some peace of mind.

I won't go into too much detail. I'm going to take a break and I'll be starting a new project soon.

As mentioned above, I'm under a lot of financial pressure right now, and if I don't start a new book soon, I'll really starve.

As for what will happen later, I will add to that when I have time.

What about characters like Galerisa, Yamato Akari, Satomi Hikari, and Kita Genko...?

They will all jump.

Anyone who likes Shinji Kitahara will jump to this song; not a single one will be missed. Even if it's not written down, it will still be jumped to where it wasn't written.

This is the confidence that being a new Slaanesh gives me.jpg

then.

A new story is about to begin.

I hope you can all come and support me then.

that's all.

Thanks for the repeater.

Good morning, good afternoon, and good night everyone.

I'm going back to writing.

Side Story: The Bizarre Adventure of the Golden Ship (Part 1)

The golden ship had a dream.

In her dream, she was a horse girl living at Treson Academy.

Today I'll fill a sack for that horse girl, tomorrow I'll sell fried noodles at the racetrack, or maybe I'll prank McQueen and get killed instead...

In short, it's a very happy life.

But a dream is just a dream.

After regaining her senses, she raised the anchor in her hand, which was as big as an entire universe or even the size of a sesame seed, and slammed it down hard!

boom--

The mountain-sized monster was smashed into a pulp, and a familiar notification sound rang in her ears.

[The pivot point has been resolved, the world has collapsed, and the return journey has begun.]

When she came to her senses, she was back in her dormitory.

That was her old dormitory in Tresend. She opened the door and went outside. The scene outside was just like Tresend, with horse girls coming and going on the street.

However, there were no trainers.

[Loading both modes of the cognitive filter may cause bugs, so I suggest you only enable filters of your own type.]

That's what the system from 'Feather Growth & Care LLC' recommends.

Because I've seen too many people who don't follow advice and end up suffering terribly after an accident.

Even the usually quirky Golden Ship didn't dare to go too far in this matter, so it only turned on the cognitive filter for horse girls.

Or to put it more clearly.

Although in her eyes she is now in Tressen Academy, surrounded by horse girls.

But those are all results of cognitive filtering. If the cognitive filter were removed, who knows what kind of things are hidden under those female horse costumes?

Even when she turned her cognitive filter to its maximum power, many things still looked strangely shaped.

For example, the guy who looks like a pie chart is now standing in front of her.

This is not a description, but a noun.

Its body is as if it were pieced together from countless fragments, with each piece being distinctly different.

Young, vibrant, middle-aged, aged, dead, decaying...

She was quite surprised when she first saw this thing, but now she's gotten used to it.

After all, strictly speaking, they are colleagues.

"Give me two easier time slices."

The thing in front of you that looks like a pie chart is generally called a timeline slicer.

Simply put, this guy can slice time and travel between different time periods, freely modifying the past, present, and future.

When the Golden Ship first heard about this ability, he was amazed and thought it was simply invincible.

But after getting to know them better, she realized that in a place where throwing a brick could kill countless 'omniscient and omnipotent' beings, her level of ability was only enough to be a low-level worker.

"So why don't you just go back?"

He took two slices of time from his own life and gave them to the golden ship.

I have some doubts about that pie chart.

"Your arrival was an accident. The 'company' has said they can simply erase the fact that you came, so you'll still be on the 'Gold Ship' and won't have to suffer like this..."

The golden ship ignored her and, after obtaining the timeline slice, inserted it directly into its own brain.

After stabilizing her existence using those two timeline slices, she looked at the pie chart again.

"I have my reasons."

The Golden Ship knew that the pie chart might be right.

Her arrival was an accident; there's no need for her to linger here. Even if she died, it would be better than this.

But she could never forget those broken eyes, overflowing with pain.

In her most desperate moment, it was the owner of those eyes who reached out to her and protected her.

But in the end, she watched helplessly as the other person crumbled little by little, from a person to a mass of people, and then to something that was no longer recognizable.

She didn't understand the specific principles, but she knew that the other party seemed to be used as an 'anchor' in the world.

He will watch over everything, and with his gaze, anchor all existence.

To achieve this goal, He transformed Himself into a non-human being.

They even brought in the top dismemberment specialists to completely dismember His consciousness, His existence, and everything about Him.

Without consciousness, without a soul, they have turned themselves into mere tools...

This sounds strange.

After all, in Gold Ship's understanding, simply watching should be as easy as looking at a camera.

There's absolutely no need for so many steps.

But the truth is, before Him, those people had tried many similar anchor points.

Ultimately, none of them could survive for more than three standard seconds.

That is not the kind of suffering that humans, or any normal being, can understand.

The Golden Ship didn't understand either, but she could see it.

Even after giving up oneself, giving up emotions, giving up everything.