So I tried to come back to this story again... It's got a ton of potential but you'll run into a weird problem in it.The author said that ability is limitless time and again in this story. But at chapter 47 the teacher basically tells him that his ability has reached its peak and that the only way to advance if through buying a better cultivation manual. This is complete and utter BS. If origin abilities had limitations then why do they matter? Isn't it better to max out the harder to master human body?So I was pretty upset and went to read other reviews where I discovered that the MC only upgrades his ability through those cards in the future.Really this isn't a terrible idea but its the way the author writes this story that gets on my nerves. Maybe this story is good in it's home language but the translation for this story is beyond terrible. Half the sentences that should have a depth of meaning are pretty blunt and straightforward.Take this sentence:No wonder, with only an E grade talent, you rushed all the way to 200 points. With such a degree of model analysis, Iβm afraid that this ability has already reached its peak.So the author does things like this a lot. What's it mean to rush all the way to 200 points? Didn't he spend years refining his ability? This is a Professor who is basically considering his training "rushing". It's these types of sentences that show up all over the place. Things that are hard and require effort or talent are discarded like that.And this is the second thing. His ability has reached its peak? How so? I can think of a few dozen ways model analysis could be used combatively and other ways.1. analysis of Terran and input of instant defensive equipment.2. Analysis of Unknown monster and identification of weaknesses instantly3. Analysis of tracks made and infer the originator via saved models.and so on. He's clearly a tracking/brain type. The key is his ability has to be instant, unblockable, and allow him to fight while using it. What sucks is apparently origin abilities can be blocked. This is a total wth moment. How is a world which uses origin abilities to fight blocked so easily?My second beef with the story starts at chapter 52. We just came from a fight with a repeater. What's completely bizarre in this fight is that the MC with 300 fitness points doesn't easily overpower a guy with 110.This is pretty much the example of combat you'll see from beginning until now. This author does not understand combat.
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I fucking love this novel, if I had to choose a novel to read for the rest of my life, it would be this one.The only thing that annoys me a little is that the chapters are a little short for my tastes, you always crave for more chapters of this novel.Read it, it's very good.
well put together so far good story and world setting is interesting, though I'm not a fan of AI so probably won't read anymore worthwhile to give it a try
Du Ze got himself a small ball of red fire, which dispersed in 5 seconds. Ning'er got butterfly of yellow color that disappeared in 2 seconds. Ziyun got a sword of blue flame for a second. I actually cheated using Shen Xiu's history as inscriptionist and as well as the history of her brush to reinforce my ability to imprint my magic into a chosen form. Then I explained the traditional method, the importance of good tools, training, dedication, and understanding of the desired effect. Their homework was to either draw one of the traditional patterns or make a working scroll.
Behind Uncle Renwald, the fireplace crackled, flames licking and biting ravenously at a fresh batch of logs. In past the thick smell of the wooden shelves seemed inviting, but even that didn't ease his sudden distaste for the room. The air had turned sour, the books unwelcoming. His uncle's silence endured as he ruffled through a particularly messy stack of papers on his neatly kept desk. When Uncle Renwald finally found the folder amidst the papers, he slid it to Leo, a warm albeit completely foreign smile on his face.
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