I finished my speech

Phew, the king was done.

I wanted to smoke a cigarette to savor this sad taste before remembering that I had given up smoking for a long time.

I rubbed my hands, sorted out my thoughts, and slowly started typing.

Yes, the King was the longest book I had ever written. If I had followed the mysterious fantasy upgrade routine, the number of words would have doubled. Six million words wouldn’t be a problem. I could just break through a world and get another one.., after destroying the demonic insects and Aragami, I could come back with other high-level species. In the vast universe, it would be a piece of cake to just randomly pick a few interstellar races.

But that was not the king.