Throne of Evil Karma

What was your name before?

What is this book about? Is it good?

The first few volumes were fine, not too complicated. From the middle onwards, the first half of each volume was similar to the previous ones, just ordinary plot points and some color. Then, in the second half, it suddenly got possessed by the rabbit head, his mind filled with: "I want to do something big, create a grand spectacle!" And, you know what? He succeeded! The spectacle was indeed grand, and the effect was amazing, right? Hmm... It's pretty much like those 20th-century shonen manga with a melodramatic, idealistic feel, plus a dumpling-filled ending, and then the next volume repeats the same plot. For example, the first few volumes and the first half of the later volumes are like One Piece's version of One-Punch Man, with normal plot development and foreshadowing, nothing too complicated. The latter half of the later volumes are like Murata's version of One-Punch Man, obsessed with grand scenes and always wanting to do something big, insisting on unrealistic and spectacular developments, but ultimately unable to pull it back. You can sense what the author is trying to convey, but you really can't empathize or connect with the story; your focus is always drawn elsewhere. By the way, since I've already mentioned it, let me also mention the author's current book, *The Great Ginger King*. It's starting to take a similar turn, aiming for something bigger. Fortunately, it's primarily a war story, with a bit of a road trip vibe, changing locations frequently. However, it's getting increasingly out of control, and now it feels like it's getting out of control. Expanding any further would just cause it to explode.

They changed the name?

The romance was too cloying, and there were too many repetitive scenes, making it feel verbose. The beginning was okay, but I started skipping around due to aesthetic fatigue later on. Overall, it was alright, though the plot wasn't particularly engaging. It took me over a month to finish watching it.

The author changed the book title? I almost couldn't find it when I looked again. (O゜▽゜)o☆[BINGO!]

The lily's graceful form and pure white petals immediately reminded me of her. The petals of the lily remind me of her smooth skin. Every spring, she blooms like a lily, beautiful as a lily, exuding its fragrance. Whenever I see a lily, it's like seeing her smiling face, tracing a graceful arc, with two "little diamonds" adorning her cheeks. A gentle breeze blew by, and her hair brushed against her cheek. The lilies were pure white, and her hair was as soft and beautiful as a lily. Her gaze was truly enigmatic, like a lily, impossible to grasp. In fact, her eyes were like the smile of an angel, not the scream of a devil. Walking down the street, I saw a lily by a shop window. It was even more beautiful and captivating than I had imagined. A ray of sunlight shone down on the street, making its petals even more vibrant. The world seemed to fall silent; I saw it dancing alone, its dress swaying and twirling… I gradually developed a fondness for lilies, not because of their pure and flawless appearance, but because of their pure heart. The lilies, wet from the rain, looked slightly sad; they were very light and thin.

It's been a while since I watched it, and I've forgotten a bit of the plot. I'm curious to know what happens to the couple later on!

Is there a group? #(Kira)

She was dancing alone, her dress swaying and twirling... I gradually developed a fondness for lilies, not because of their pure and flawless appearance, but because of their pure heart. The lilies, wet from the rain, looked slightly sad; they were very light and thin. The lily's graceful form and pure white petals immediately reminded me of her. The petals of the lily remind me of her smooth skin. Every spring, she blooms like a lily, beautiful as a lily, exuding its fragrance. Whenever I see a lily, it's like seeing her smiling face, tracing a graceful arc, with two "little diamonds" adorning her cheeks. A gentle breeze blew by, and her hair brushed against her cheek. The lilies were pure white, and her hair was as soft and beautiful as a lily. Her gaze was truly enigmatic, like a lily, impossible to grasp. In fact, her eyes were like the smile of an angel, not the scream of a devil. Walking down the street, I saw a lily by a shop window. It was even more beautiful and captivating than I had imagined. A ray of sunlight shone down on the street, making its petals even more vibrant. The world seemed to fall silent; I saw it dancing alone, its dress swaying and twirling… I gradually developed a fondness for lilies, not because of their pure and flawless appearance, but because of their pure heart. The lilies, wet from the rain, looked slightly sad; they were very light and thin.