Fantasy Clock～Dream Ruler～

It was foggy and rainy outside the window, and the document "丨" symbol on the display kept flashing, as if urging me to type the next word on the keyboard. Once my thoughts are wrapped up for half a second, it will flash again, only when I write a series of words non-stop, it will quietly move to the right with the added words. Suddenly, I was a little dazed looking at this symbol that should be taken for granted.

Unknowingly, under the pen of a talkative and procrastinating author like me, "Fantasy" is about to enter the stage where the story is approaching the end.

Unknowingly, the characters in "Fantasy" have been engraved in my mind, and they seem to be friends that I can see every night when I close my eyes.

Unknowingly, it has become a daily habit to open the APP of "Light Library" every day, and aimlessly click into my own works to browse comments or data.

Unknowingly, I have followed this flashing sign that I can see almost every day, and I have been with "Fantasy" for nearly a year.

Today, let me talk about the creation of this story, the story behind it. Stories that are not mentioned in the afterwords of the previous volumes, or stories that happened before those.

At first, one night, I suddenly saw a picture - a young man with a vague appearance stretched out his right hand towards a clock, tears were bounced into the air with the blink of his eyes, he was helpless and wanted to touch the eternal clock on the clock. A pointer that keeps turning. Gradually, he was parallel to the clock, and the girl standing alone in the center turned her back to him. While crying and shouting, the girl looked back with a slight smile, and the sea surged in her moving eyes.

Things in dreams are always easy to be forgotten, but this picture is particularly clearly reflected in my memory. In the end, a picture extends a whole story.

Time passed to July. That night when I closed the game and returned to the desktop, the music playing suddenly froze and paused. I simply listened to the chirping of cicadas outside the window, and stared at the simple-toned desktop in a daze.

"Why don't you just write the story of that day?"

As if someone suggested this to me, I grabbed the mouse again, double-clicked to open the brief outline that I wrote down after sorting out my thoughts, and typed the first word on the new document. The melodious melody of "すりぬける心" which was played halfway through continued to flow into the ear from the earphones plugged on one side.

At this time, just like when I first wrote the story, a certain wonderful idea suddenly hit me—maybe all my hard work in my life is to become a story teller. So, those little things that intrude into my world now and then without warning, crushing my every well-prepared plan, are the way I must go to get there?

The frame of the formed story is getting bigger and bigger, and I can't even be sure that this is the level that I can control. But in the end I still walked into this bizarre dream world.

When Su Luoyang entered the dream world and met Elus who planned to play a prank on him, I also met my first reader in a half-dream and half-awake state.

When Lin Yu opened the door in a panic and saw the mysterious girl Tea Mao who changed his life, I also walked into the consultation group of Qingzhiwenku Newcomer Awards by accident and started reading various books. The work of the young predecessors, and sincerely lamented that the work justified itself, turned to the last page and read it reluctantly, still focusing on the plot in the story.

When William had the sharpness of a newcomer, but realized with astonishment that his cognition was actually not broad, I also realized that I was flawed in many aspects when I was writing for the first time.

The domination war started quietly without knowing it. Whether it was the ruler who had no interest in this, or the ruler who had been concentrating on studying the chances of victory, they all inadvertently drew the fetters between each other.

Lin Yu had a feud with the rulers of Clock No. 1. He went from looking down on the arrogant William and Chartres to slowly accepting his identity as the ruler. At the same time, he also involuntarily set foot in the world of tea cats, bringing the romance that spanned several years to a perfect staged ending on the last day of Desolate Star. Successfully captured Xiao Lulu (by mistake), and got to know Xue Xueer, a men's clothing tycoon from the news department.

Su Ruoyang secretly longed for Xia Yinci who always walked in front and left her back. While he complained about Qianyan's indifference, he was led by her to the world of fantasy clocks, and both parties reluctantly recognized each other. Su Ruoyang and Su Huilin repeat the story of mutual redemption, knocking on the closed door of Elus' heart, and now grandly become Chart's imaginary rival in love at the end of this volume.

I also have to mention Sato Kazuhiko and Watanabe Kaede who exited in their own ways in this volume, leaving this dominating war. They have diametrically opposite views on "depression", but they have similar views. They are both the intentional instigator and the unintentional promoter of the suicide. The former saved the latter because of guilt, and the latter also wanted to redeem the former because of another level of guilt.

In any case, Sato Kazuhiko got his own salvation and ended his life that was already complete in his opinion; Watanabe Kaede also said the phrase "the dead are dead only when the living regain their strength." "Meaningful" reappeared on his own body, embarked on his own path, and continued the story with him as the home field.

Just when I was imagining these stories, the second newcomer award last year was in full swing. For the first time, I tried to find people around me to canvass for myself. When my astonished friends asked me, "Did you write the light novel you sent me?"

Of course, in February this year, when I finally received the shortlist certificate for the Newcomer Award, I also felt similar to that time... Wait, I didn't roll around several times under the quilt because of this kind of thing!

Cough cough.. Then again, since September 2017, I have been used to leaving time for the writing of "Fantasy" after school. In December, I was still forced by academic problems and family chores. Please stop updating. At that time, I was really worried that my self two months later would dilute my enthusiasm for writing and abandon the pit like many authors I had met.

I remember that the day after the announcement to ask for leave, someone asked me if I asked for leave because I was not selected for the rookie award. The timing is indeed a bit of a coincidence, and I admit to being frustrated. But I wouldn't spend two months sorting out my mood because of this matter. On February 1st, I returned to the computer and pressed the keyboard to update until now. Time has proved that the motivation for my writing this time is not enthusiasm that will be diluted.

Then, I will safely continue the story of these dream rulers with this enthusiasm that will not fade away!

The "丨" sign on the document flashed again, but the rain had stopped. When I was writing this afterword, there was a stack of review materials on the right side of the writing desk that could cover my head.

Sometimes walking in the streets of this newly awakened city early in the morning, I would suddenly hesitate, if a person only needs to do one thing in his life, that would be great.

However, in that case, there is no way to write an interesting story, right?

Well.. no more talk. I am a time traveler, see you in the next volume of "Fantasy Clock".