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"When the Biggest Enemy of a Story Is Its Own Author"Reading this novel was a frustrating experience, not so much because of the story itself, but because of the author's attitude. The plot has potential, but the execution leaves much to be desired. Not because there's a lack of information, but because what is given is disorganized and poorly presented. A story should allow readers to understand its world without the author having to step into the comments section to provide impromptu explanations.I tried to express a legitimate doubt about the worldbuilding—because yes, if a random bandit has the same cultivation level as the protagonist, it's reasonable to question how strong his family really is—and instead of a clear response, I received a series of defensive, condescending, and completely unnecessary replies. The author seems to assume that if something was mentioned in a previous chapter, then any question about it is automatically invalid. As if it's the reader's fault for not memorizing every scattered detail across different chapters.But the most striking issue is the author's stance on criticism. Instead of taking the time to improve the storytelling or even acknowledging that perhaps the exposition isn't the best, they respond with an attitude that oscillates between disdain and outright denial of any possible flaw in their work. To them, if you didn’t understand something, it’s your problem. If something doesn’t make sense, it’s because "you're not thinking logically." And if you dare to ask, you might as well stop reading.It's a shame because there are interesting ideas here, but the author seems more interested in arguing with readers than in making the story more accessible. A novel should be able to stand on its own without needing the author to drop into the comments, giving explanations as if they were footnotes.If you enjoy stories where every legitimate question is met with passive-aggressive responses and the narrative demands infinite patience to connect dots the author couldn’t be bothered to structure properly, go ahead. But if you're looking for a story that explains itself without needing clarifications, you’re better off elsewhere.

thanks for this gem. Like these types of stories and the direction our mc is taken is brilliant, keep up the great work. Came with low expectations, but

The way the author tells the story is quite immersive as the pacing is neither slow nor rushed. I felt that I was watching a movie because of how the author makes it easy to imagine! The world where even gods were annihilated is already intriguing me. I can feel that the author put a lot of thought into this story. I'm looking forward to Asahi and Aletha's journey to find the perpetrator who destroyed their World.

tired of dragons, celestial and demon bodies. let enjoy the evolution among humans and the rise of the beast king himself. can't truly wait to see how the story unfold

Reviewing for the fp event. Keep up with good work

ML forces/imposes himself onto FML. When they’re married, he breaks his promise of never hurting her and only being good to her, then he treats another woman well. When both women were in danger during an avalanche on a snow mountain, he saves the other. Afterwards, he forces FML to forgive him by threatening his own life. His pitiful state is his fault and his behavior is cheap. Disgusting. Thankful I didn’t pay money to get to those parts. Next!

In the game making descendants causes them to appear in your Lineage Extras page, and the only real use they have is replacing you when you die. So basically, you want to fill that page up with Extras so you can continue on forever without losing much progress. This also meant lots of sweaty intimate moments are encouraged to reach the end game content. (I know, I'm a pervert!)

She whispered at her sore thighs and feet that she got at the moment she turned her back at him. She felt disappointed. With all that display of skill, with all of those words implying that he would protect her, theres nothing that he was able to do once the enemy had pierced to the sky and sunk his face into the ground.