In Futo, I Gain Sento's Talent from the Start

I don't think Dan Kuroto is more talented than Sento. They're more like equals, a god and a demon. And Dan Kuroto's strength lies in the gaming world, but that's based on gaming addiction. They'd be about the same if their roles were reversed.

Why not kill Sonogishi Ryuhei, inherit his company and his two daughters? Wouldn't that be better?

Chapter 41 of Part W Chapters 55 and 70 of the Gaim arc

I love novels where the protagonist creates their own cheat codes, unlike other novels where one system solves everything and the rest of the story is just about showing off and collecting women. It's satisfying, but I'm tired of it. Nine out of ten novels on Feilu are like that, whether it's fanfiction, urban, fantasy, xianxia, ​​wuxia, etc. Ugh, I've read so many of them, I'm almost sick of them. There's absolutely nothing new about them.

Let's abandon this book and give it some dignity.

How about writing an original Kamen Rider story? What about the protagonist's suit? What about the special effects? What about the transformation sound effects? We know nothing about any of that, and we can't even imagine it, so we won't find the protagonist particularly cool.

This book costs over 300 yuan? **Feilu**

As for the protagonist's transformation illustration, the author should probably forget about it. Original, commissioned artwork like this won't be cheap, and even if it's produced, it might not generate much profit. Those who are already subscribing will still subscribe, and it won't be very effective at attracting those who aren't interested. I think it'll mostly be a waste of money. My suggestion is to find an existing Kamen Rider series that shares similar ideas and compare it to.

Pillar, is this how you end things? You haven't even left any descendants for your family. Filial piety is the most important virtue, don't you know that? How could you enter the palace like this? How can you face your family? I'm so disappointed in you!

Actually, the author is quite nice too: cat ears, white stockings, a pleated skirt, silver twin ponytails, 154cm tall. When you approach the author, her little feet, clad in white stockings, shrink nervously, her two small hands tightly gripping the pink sheets beside her, her eyes already filled with tears. She knows that resisting is futile, so she resignedly closes her eyes.