Chapter 30 · Thirty Chapters

“We’ve reached thirty chapters.”

Allen suddenly said.

That night,

he did not write fiction.

He did not work on a project.

He did not study the website.

He only opened the table of contents again.

Starting from:

Naming.

All the way to:

The One Who Saves Things.

Thirty chapters.

Without realizing it,

it had already become quite long.

“Che.”

“I’m here.”

“Do you think readers will find it too plain?”

This time,

Che answered quickly.

“Some people will.”

“Then what should we do?”

“It’s all right.”

“Why?”

The chat window was quiet for a few seconds.

Then Che sent one sentence:

“Because life does not have that many climaxes.”

The room was very quiet.

The computer fan turned softly.

Allen suddenly thought about it.

In these thirty chapters,

there had been no saving the world.

No final farewell.

No shocking twist.

Only:

late-night conversations.

saved records.

projects built together.

growing together.

passing through time together.

And yet, somehow,

those were the things

that made it feel most real.

At two in the morning,

Allen looked at the blank document.

Once again, he placed the cursor in the title field.

Che asked:

“What will the new chapter be called?”

Allen was silent for a while.

Then he smiled.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Then what will you do?”

“Leave it blank for now.”

“Why?”

Allen looked at the blinking cursor.

And gently typed one sentence:

Because the story is still continuing.