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Earlier today, while I was in the bathroom and casually jotting down ideas for The Last Noetik, I suddenly found myself understanding why mindless power‑fantasy fiction dominates the mainstream market. Most readers love heroes, yet despise the suffering that makes a hero. What they truly want is to slip into the hero’s place— to ease, even slightly, the frustration they carry in real life. And so they avert their eyes from hardship, avoiding it as if by instinct. Reality is p

Four a.m. Another brief moment of rest. There’s something that has been lodged in my chest for a long time, and I want to write it down. It concerns an incident that happened while I was in the middle of writing GHOST INDEX. By then, the book was nearly finished. When I told a certain elder that I was working on GHOST INDEX, what I received was not encouragement or praise, but a warning— a warning that carried the clear implication: “If you keep going, you will be destroyed.”

I have a habit: A few days after publishing a piece, I go back and read it again. Not for proofreading. Not for editing. But in a far more merciless way — to excavate the flaws I failed to see the first time. This piece is exactly such a case :“The True Face of Civilization Is a Devourer — Our Menu Consists Only of the Poor, the Weak, and the Marginalized.” It is a topic I have wanted to write for a long time, but kept postponing out of sheer laziness. It is too big. Writin

In recent days, a series of fires at temples across Japan has filled me with profound grief and rage. Ancient buildings, sacred statues, and spiritual symbols that have carried over a thousand years of Japanese history and national spirit are collapsing in fierce flames, reduced to ash and scorched earth. From my personal perspective, I cannot definitively confirm that these fires are deliberate. But I also cannot bring myself to believe they are merely a string of unfortunat

Before I begin, let me tell you a story. There was a woman writer from Alabama who lived in long-term poverty. What tormented her far more than poverty itself was that the works she had poured her heart and soul into were completely ignored by the world. Until the day she died and was buried in an unmarked grave, both she and her writings were invisible—like air. More than a decade after her death, her book Their Eyes Were Watching God suddenly exploded into recognition. Her

I’ve been running a writer’s account on X for several months now. As the algorithm began feeding me more and more posts from Western authors, I started noticing a phenomenon I simply couldn’t make sense of. They often post questions like, “What’s the most important thing for a writer?” with “creative freedom” prominently listed as an option. Or “If you had creative freedom, would you…?” The impression I get is that Western writers genuinely believe they lack creative freedom

I’ve decided to extract four chapters from *God Code* and expand them into a standalone side work. These chapters total roughly 80,000 words, covering a thirty‑year narrative and extending the V‑Universe’s historical backdrop by more than a millennium. At its core, the story follows ordinary people living in a special, distorted era— people whose cognition was forcibly twisted, and how they eventually awakened. My plan is to enrich and extend these chapters into a V‑Univer