Who Dragged Him In Here? He's Fiercer Than a Ghost!

The character creation is okay, but how could someone who notified the official 8 hours in advance be unprepared? There is no need to weaken the official in order to highlight the protagonist.

This book is really good, it is step-by-step, and the way to defeat monsters and upgrades is unique. The male protagonist's character is also likeable, calm and capable. Although he has just grown up, he has a rift in his heart and is good at thinking about plans. Although not many people have read this book now, most of those who read it will be disappointed. I hope the author will speed up the update. It seems that this book should be a work of 2 million words +, and it is not even half written yet.

This book must be okay, from beginning to end, the plot is wonderful. One step at a time, one step at a time. No ambiguity, no bloody play, I've seen Chapter 289. There isn't even a female protagonist, and there aren't even a few female characters. I hope you continue to work hard, great job

Summary of the read version: As the value of rewards brought by horror dungeons increases, more and more players have mental breakdowns, distorted minds, and indiscriminate killing of innocent people. The social order is in jeopardy. As a result, the official has to take compulsory control measures to strictly control the personality and psychological trends of new players. Therefore, they pay high attention to super-potential players such as male protagonists, have no sense of normal boundaries, and control the level of rape. Moreover, the survival rate of the copy is extremely low, so he is eager to win over the male protagonist, even at the cost of mental binding and moral kidnapping.

Okay, the writing is quite reasonable. In terms of decisiveness in killing, it can be considered decisive now. There is no Virgin Mary plot. After all, the first dungeon cannot be said to be blind killing. If you kill them all, you may not be able to win when you face the boss of the final dungeon. Even if you can win, I am afraid the price you pay will be extremely heavy! Sometimes you need some pathfinding stones and some cannon fodder

I feel like this book is going to be popular because every time I read it, less than 50 people rate it. When I read it again later, it gets a rating of 9.0 Or above, and one even reached 9.7. Another thing is that the author should update it quickly [laughter]

It is a work that is both literary and ideological. The author uses a unique narrative perspective and delicate writing style to present a fascinating story to readers. The work revolves around the main characters, and through a series of tense plots, it shows profound themes such as growth, destiny, and human nature. In terms of characterization, the author successfully portrayed multiple characters with distinct personalities and complex emotions. The logic of their actions is clear and their psychological changes are natural, allowing readers to gradually enter the inner world of the characters during the reading process, creating a strong sense of immersion. Whether it is the growth trajectory of the protagonist or the ups and downs of the supporting characters' fate, they all have practical significance and make people have a long aftertaste after reading it. In terms of narrative structure, the work adopts a compact and layered narrative method, which makes the story rhythm relaxed and relaxed. The author cleverly sets up suspense to guide readers to continuously pursue the truth. At the same time, through multi-dimensional perspective switching, the story is made more three-dimensional and full. This narrative technique not only enhances the interest of reading, but also makes the theme of the work more profound. In terms of language style, the author's writing is concise and smooth, with both power and beauty. Whether it is the delicate description of emotions or the vivid depiction of scenes, they all reflect the author's profound writing skills. When reading, readers can not only feel the warmth of the text, but also realize the power of thought contained in it. Of course, the work is not perfect. For example, the advancement of some plots is a little hasty, and the motivations of some of the characters' behaviors are not fully explained, which affects the coherence of the story to a certain extent. However, these shortcomings do not hinder the overall reading experience, and the highlights of the work are still very prominent. Overall, it is a work worth savoring. It not only tells a touching story, but also triggers readers' thinking about reality and human nature. Whether you are a reader who pursues exciting plots or someone who hopes to gain ideological enlightenment from reading, you can find your own gains from it.

It's okay, I don't know if there is no heroine or only one or a harem [Chigua][Chigua] The pavilion stood quietly in the middle of the clear water, with its nine-curved red railing floating on the clear waves, and its glazed tiles glowing with honey-colored light in the setting sun. The cornices are like phoenixes spreading their wings, and copper bells are hung at each corner. When the wind blows, it makes a clear sound, as if the fairy music from heaven falls to the earth. As I got closer, I could see the extremely complicated carvings between the beams and pillars - every inch of nanmu turned into a story: there were swimming dragons hidden among the auspicious clouds, auspicious beasts hidden in the lotus petals, and even the joints of the brackets were carved with fine branches. The white marble steps are carved with waves playing with beads, and on each of the pillars on the railings are crouched lion cubs with different expressions, either playing or looking far away, but none of them are repeated. Climbing to the top of the pavilion, the view suddenly opens up. Looking from a distance while leaning on the railing, the entire garden looks like a slowly unfolding green scroll. The interior of the pavilion is even more exquisite. The red sandalwood floor-to-ceiling cover separates the deep and shallow spaces. The lingering fragrance in the Boshan stove is woven into a golden yarn in the light that passes through the trivial windows. The caisson is painted with hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, and the paint is still as bright as ever after hundreds of years, as if the painting had just stopped. This is not a building on earth, but rather like someone cut off a corner of the palace in the sky and gently placed it here. Every detail tells the story of extreme craftsmanship, and even the shadows falling on the ground become poetry. The pavilion stood quietly in the middle of the clear water, with its nine-curved red railing floating on the clear waves, and its glazed tiles glowing with honey-colored light in the setting sun. The cornices are like phoenixes spreading their wings, and copper bells are hung at each corner. When the wind blows, it makes a clear sound, as if the fairy music from heaven falls to the earth. As I got closer, I could see the extremely complicated carvings between the beams and pillars - every inch of nanmu turned into a story: there were swimming dragons hidden among the auspicious clouds, auspicious beasts hidden in the lotus petals, and even the joints of the brackets were carved with fine branches. The white marble steps are carved with waves playing with beads, and on each of the pillars on the railings are crouched lion cubs with different expressions, either playing or looking far away, but none of them are repeated. Climbing to the top of the pavilion, the view suddenly opens up. Looking from a distance while leaning on the railing, the entire garden looks like a slowly unfolding green scroll. The interior of the pavilion is even more exquisite. The red sandalwood floor-to-ceiling cover separates the deep and shallow spaces. The lingering fragrance in the Boshan stove is woven into a golden yarn in the light that passes through the trivial windows. The caisson is painted with hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, and the paint is still as bright as ever after hundreds of years, as if the painting had just stopped. This is not a building on earth, but rather like someone cut off a corner of the palace in the sky and gently placed it here. Every detail tells the story of extreme craftsmanship, and even the shadows falling on the ground become poetry. The pavilion stood quietly in the middle of the clear water, with its nine-curved red railing floating on the clear waves, and its glazed tiles glowing with honey-colored light in the setting sun. The cornices are like a phoenix spreading its wings, and copper bells are hung at each corner. When the wind blows, it makes a clear sound, as if the fairy music from heaven falls to the earth. As I got closer, I could see the extremely complicated carvings between the beams and pillars - every inch of nanmu turned into a story: there were swimming dragons hidden among the auspicious clouds, auspicious beasts hidden in the lotus petals, and even the joints of the brackets were carved with fine branches. The white marble steps are carved with waves playing with beads, and on each of the pillars on the railings are crouched lion cubs with different expressions, either playing or looking far away, but none of them are repeated. Climbing to the top of the pavilion, the view suddenly opens up. Looking from a distance while leaning on the railing, the entire garden looks like a slowly unfolding green scroll. The interior of the pavilion is even more exquisite. The red sandalwood floor-to-ceiling cover separates the deep and shallow spaces. The lingering fragrance in the Boshan stove is woven into a golden yarn in the light that passes through the trivial windows. The caisson is painted with hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, and the paint is still as bright as ever after hundreds of years, as if the painting had just stopped. This is not a building on earth, but rather like someone cut off a corner of the palace in the sky and gently placed it here. Every detail tells the story of extreme craftsmanship, and even the shadows falling on the ground become poetry. The pavilion stood quietly in the middle of the clear water, with its nine-curved red railing floating on the clear waves, and its glazed tiles glowing with honey-colored light in the setting sun. The cornices are like phoenixes spreading their wings, and copper bells are hung at each corner. When the wind blows, it makes a clear sound, as if the fairy music from heaven falls to the earth. As I got closer, I could see the extremely complicated carvings between the beams and pillars - every inch of nanmu turned into a story: there were swimming dragons hidden among the auspicious clouds, auspicious beasts hidden in the lotus petals, and even the joints of the brackets were carved with fine branches. The white marble steps are carved with waves playing with beads, and on each of the pillars on the railings are crouched lion cubs with different expressions, either playing or looking far away, but none of them are repeated. Climbing to the top of the pavilion, the view suddenly opens up. Looking from a distance while leaning on the railing, the entire garden looks like a slowly unfolding green scroll. The interior of the pavilion is even more exquisite. The red sandalwood floor-to-ceiling cover separates the deep and shallow spaces. The lingering fragrance in the Boshan stove is woven into a golden yarn in the light that passes through the trivial windows. The caisson is painted with hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, and the paint is still as bright as ever after hundreds of years, as if the painting had just stopped. This is not a building on earth, but rather like someone cut off a corner of the palace in the sky and gently placed it here. Every detail tells the story of extreme craftsmanship, and even the shadows falling on the ground become poetry. The pavilion stood quietly in the middle of the clear water, with its nine-curved red railing floating on the clear waves, and its glazed tiles glowing with honey-colored light in the setting sun. The cornices are like a phoenix spreading its wings, and copper bells are hung at each corner. When the wind blows, it makes a clear sound, as if the fairy music from heaven falls to the earth. As I got closer, I could see the extremely complicated carvings between the beams and pillars - every inch of nanmu turned into a story: there were swimming dragons hidden among the auspicious clouds, auspicious beasts hidden in the lotus petals, and even the joints of the brackets were carved with fine branches. The white marble steps are carved with waves playing with beads, and on each of the pillars on the railings are crouched lion cubs with different expressions, either playing or looking far away, but none of them are repeated. Climbing to the top of the pavilion, the view suddenly opens up. Looking from a distance while leaning on the railing, the entire garden looks like a slowly unfolding green scroll. The interior of the pavilion is even more exquisite. The red sandalwood floor-to-ceiling cover separates the deep and shallow spaces. The lingering fragrance in the Boshan stove is woven into a golden yarn in the light that passes through the trivial windows. The caisson is painted with hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, and the paint is still as bright as ever after hundreds of years, as if the painting had just stopped. This is not a building on earth, but rather like someone cut off a corner of the palace in the sky and gently placed it here. Every detail tells the story of extreme craftsmanship, and even the shadows falling on the ground become poetry. The pavilion stood quietly in the middle of the clear water, with its nine-curved red railing floating on the clear waves, and its glazed tiles glowing with honey-colored light in the setting sun. The cornices are like a phoenix spreading its wings, and copper bells are hung at each corner. When the wind blows, it makes a clear sound, as if the fairy music from heaven falls to the earth. As I got closer, I could see the extremely complicated carvings between the beams and pillars - every inch of nanmu turned into a story: there were swimming dragons hidden among the auspicious clouds, auspicious beasts hidden in the lotus petals, and even the joints of the brackets were carved with fine branches. The white marble steps are carved with waves playing with beads, and on each of the pillars on the railings are crouched lion cubs with different expressions, either playing or looking far away, but none of them are repeated. Climbing to the top of the pavilion, the view suddenly opens up. Lean on a railing

It looks good, and I feel like the main character's current personality is to my liking.

It's nice to watch. The main character is not the Virgin. Everyone has their own characteristics. I just don't know if there is any cp in the back.