Many people who finished reading the book were confused and asked where Aglaia had gone. They asked why Hoffa wasn't with Aglaia and why Hoffa was a scumbag.
I didn't want to write it since it was already over. And the answer was in the book. But seeing so many people calling Hoffa a scumbag, I was a bit annoyed.
To be honest, as the author, I was naturally willing to give the protagonist or heroine a Good ending.
But at the same time, as the author, I had to respect the other side of the book, which was the "villain" Silby.
When I was writing the last volume, I kept asking myself a question. Can the protagonist defeat the villain?
After thinking about it, the answer was no.
Because this was the difference between Hoffa and Silby. Silby sacrificed everything for his dream. He was pure and didn't contain any impurities.
Huo Fa, on the other hand, was kind, ordinary, and even normal. He couldn't destroy Chloe's soul stone, and he couldn't leave the world in a state of madness. Silby knew this and used it to his advantage. He defeated Hoffa.
If Hoffa's goal of defeating Silby was as pure as destroying the soul stone or leaving, then he wouldn't be himself anymore.
If Hoffa wasn't him, would Aglaia still love him?
I don't think so. He had always maintained the kindness in his heart, just like how Silby maintained his purity.
No one would want to return to 50 years in the future more than Hoffa. There was no doubt that he wouldn't fall in love with anyone else like he fell in love with Aglaia.
But he still chose to jump into Silby's trap, chose to stay in this world, and chose to be with Miranda.
I think for him, it was more out of responsibility than happiness. I think this was one of the aspects of the Hero with a Thousand Faces that surpassed the ordinary.
And I believe that after Aglaia left Hoffa, she would grow up and regain her pride, her spirit, and her troublesome and talkative side.
And this side was overshadowed by Hoffa's suppression. After all, he was the protagonist. But to me, that Aglaia was the real her, not a figurine for others to fantasize about.
From this point, as the author, I was cruel.
I gave each of them a cruel choice.
However, the real world was just as cruel. It constantly gave people who existed in it cruel choices.
Sacrificing one thing to gain another.
This had never changed since ancient times.
Roman Roland once said that there was only one kind of heroism in the world, and that was to recognize the nature of life and still love it.
But this was what the Hero with a Thousand faces and even my entire book. It's just that my technique was clumsy and I couldn't express my inner thoughts well through the story.
I admit that in the beginning, I wanted to write a web novel to create some fun for people to kill time and earn some extra money. So I wrote the system to create some fun.
But in the end, it became this book, a web novel that was not a fun web novel.
You can say that this book is a piece of shit, a piece of shit, a piece of garbage.
But it doesn't matter, I don't care. Sometimes, I also feel that this book is quite frustrating. It's contradictory, clumsy, overly boring, groaning for no reason, pretending to be pretentious, etc …
But how can I not be myself?
Hahaha.
How can I write something that doesn't belong to me?
I don't know, I can't pretend.
I can't go against the soul in my body.
So I tried my best to bring a moment I experienced in my life to you.
Perhaps they were ecstatic, perhaps they were dedicated, perhaps they were crazy, perhaps they were suddenly transformed, perhaps they were reconciled, or perhaps they were just smiling indifferently.
Did I do it?
Maybe, maybe not, at least I tried and didn't regret it.
Back to the original question, why didn't Hoffa be with Rabbit?
There were two answers.
One, the villain was too strong, it was my fault.
Two, he discovered something more important than love, something more important than personal romance. After witnessing the truth of Silby, he finally understood the mystery of flow.
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