I know most of you won’t comment.

  I know you’ll read quietly, close the tab, and move on — without leaving a trace.

  And honestly... that’s okay.

  Because in your own silent way — you are here.

  And that is enough.

  It may sound silly, but every view, every little number appearing here,

  reminds me of something simple:

  in some way, I’m not invisible.

  We don’t talk much.

  Maybe you prefer to stay in the shadows.

  Maybe you don’t like interacting, maybe you’re shy, maybe you just enjoy reading quietly.

  Or maybe that’s simply how you experience stories — quietly, deeply, invisibly.

  And I respect that. Really.

  Because I’m like that too, sometimes.

  We read stories.

  We feel them — we laugh, we hurt, we think, we imagine —

  and then, silently, we just close the chapter and carry it inside us.

  No likes. No comments.

  Just memory.

  And the truth is:

  even if you don’t comment... you come back.

  You read a chapter.

  Then another.

  Then you disappear for a few days.

  And then — you return.

  And I notice.

  That means more than any comment could ever say.

  Because a reader who returns… returned because something pulled them back.

  And that… cannot be faked.

  You don’t comment — but you return.

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  And that is the silent way of saying:

  > “Hey, I like this. Keep going.”

  Sometimes I’m tired from work,

  writing on the bus, or at dawn when I should be sleeping, with cold coffee and burning eyes…

  and I think:

  “Is anyone really reading this?

  Does it matter?”

  Then I post the chapter.

  I close the site.

  I come back later…

  And there it is.

  A new view.

  A silent reader passed through.

  For most people, it’s just a number.

  But for me — it’s proof.

  Proof that I’m not alone in this climb.

  Because earning the loyalty of readers who don’t comment

  but always return—

  is like earning the respect of silent warriors.

  They don’t talk.

  But they stand by your side.

  You — the silent ghosts of Royal Road —

  are the rarest kind of readers.

  You’ve seen everything.

  You’ve read dozens of webnovels.

  You recognize potential just by feeling it.

  And still, you chose to stay —

  even in silence.

  And that is special.

  More special than likes, reviews, or comments.

  Because when I started, I thought nobody would care.

  I thought I would just write into the void.

  But no.

  You appeared.

  And you never let me write alone again.

  And look where we are now:

  More than 200 chapters posted.

  More than 19,000 real views.

  Silent… but faithful readers, from everywhere.

  I know most of you still won’t comment —

  and truly, you don’t have to.

  Just keep coming back.

  Keep reading.

  Keep watching from the shadows.

  Because, like Lukas, I’m also climbing a mountain.

  And knowing you’re there — even quietly —

  reminds me I’m not climbing alone.

  So, thank you.

  For real.

  Thank you for reading in silence.

  For showing up without showing yourselves.

  For being the quiet audience that watches — but never abandons.

  Keep watching me,

  silent ghosts of RR.

  I write.

  You read.

  That’s how we walk this path.

  — A sincere hug,

  from the Brazilian author who writes on buses,

  late at night, tired, but still dreaming of worlds.

  Signed: LF Kyros