First off, Joy Of Life is a novel. It has the pacing, characterization, and plotting of a novel. If you come in expecting the usual face-slapping webnovel trash, you'll be disappointed. No, lie down, grab a cup of tea, and properly savor this. Characterization is where Joy of Life shines. The enemies feel like real people, with their own goals, values, and interests. Hell, some of 'em go on to become friends! As for plotting and action, it's well done. Fight scenes feel tense, the protagonist gets his badass moments, and generally nothing feels too gunky and overdone. If I have one complaint, it's that Joy of Life's protagonist--it's hard to pinpoint what he wants, really. Who is he? What are his goals? The emotional drive of the story, or at least the protagonist's contribution to it, can seem hollow sometimes. In short, this story is a 5/5 by the standards of webnovels, but as a serious novel...it's good, but nowhere near great.
This is a very creative and funny web novel. The author also included art of the characters involved so as to help the readers better visualise and imagine. Good book
I really enjoyed the story, but the story development ist too fast for me . And sometimes I think the Mc get's thinks to easily.But I like that the system doesn't dominate the Story , it's something different from other ''System'' like Story's .
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"Zan, I ran out of Nutrition Vials again." Alra said to Zan as he stepped onto the fuzzy carpet of the living room. "I told you before to notify me before you run out, you are the one that told me not to enter the 7th floor too much." Zan said as he turned towards Alra, removing his gaze from the screen he was watching seriously.
-The only thing we know is that they called us children of calamity, all of us here are the only survivors of our respective worlds, each one has been tattooed with a symbol, written with the blood of our race. (Between sobs) I want to be able, I implore you, allow me to avenge my loved ones. I want them to pay, but I know that before their eyes I'm not even an ant, I do not mind selling my soul, just give me power.
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