Well.. Good story so far .. I read its raw for 200 chaps.. The thing that is not good in this is the cultivation of MC its says that MC Exhausted his spirit qi and still has immortal body but in later chaps MC still restarting his cultivation laying his foundation..well its says Mc is Immorral Emperor so he only needs supply his lack in spirirt qi to regain his cultivation... I guess The author dont didnt review his work before publishing it...
Please bring this back..I have been following your fanfics a lot..the way you described the plays the in kuroko no Basuke fanfic , the pacing and originality of the Harry Potter fanfic and now the amazing realism and world development of the Naruto fanfic… it this original novel(mostly read on royal road) deserves to be completed.. even if it’s only one chapter a month…please continue it.
Now that I think about it. This story is ok. Its not what I’d think it’d be. It’s kinda got repetetive, but i stopped reading at like chapter 240 or higher, so maybe it gets better. I feel like his other stories are better. In vibe overall. Its a bit overwhelming. This one kinda makes your head hurt. Yeah, its weird, but everytime i think of this novel, my head kinda hurts. The fight descriptions are good, the author was always good at description. Its pretty funny at times. But yeah, if you dont like this one, check out his other ones.
So far (31 chaps) it's looking like another strong book from aoki. For anyone wandering about capabilities, this is the same author that brought you 'reincarnated with a summoning system', which recently finished and is still high in the charts, and proves that aoki actually finishes books. This book is looking great so far, with better writing quality than ever, I can't wait for more!
[I do not have the resources to make a reliable prediction, as I haven't established any connection with the world yet. Keep it up, host! Think of this as an opportunity to impress the Quest Giver with your tenacity and overturn his image of agents!]
After the wailing was broken into silent protests, the room was uncomfortably quiet again. The mother of Eileen, a tall and dignified upper-class office lady, staggered in broken steps back, all the while glancing momentarily over her shoulder towards the pale-skin corpse of her daughter. Her husband had his arms around her shoulder, an attempt at comfort. His gray hair was overwhelming for middle-age, back slouched like a crane. He whispered a few words into the ears of his spouse, recognizing their futility in consoling the damaged woman, all the while battling his own tears.
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