It's kind of funny how silence feels louder when you know it's the end.
The same silence that used to mean "time to write" now just… sits there. Waiting. Heavy, but peaceful in its own way.
Hey everyone — it's me, the author.
Yeah… this is it.
The final chapter.
If you're reading this, then you've followed Clark's journey — through blood, through pain, through the madness that was the Elysian Graft, through all the emotions I poured into those messy, chaotic pages. And I owe you something real: not a cliffhanger, not a teaser, but honesty.
I'm ending this novel.
Not because I hate it.
Not because I've lost the story.
But because right now… I think I've lost myself somewhere along the way.
When I started Realistic Isekai: I Didn't Read This in My Novels!, it was just a fun idea in my head. A little world where I could mix humor and pain, where a guy like Clark — broken, talented, stubborn — could exist. He wasn't a hero. He wasn't meant to be one. He just wanted to go home.
