Infinite Worlds: We Are Monsters

The protagonist, a demon, is wholeheartedly devoted to serving humanity. He risks his life against other demons to save people—it's despicable! While others harbor the mentality of "when two demons fight, a third party benefits," the protagonist doesn't fight back, enduring beatings and insults, and even when nearly killed, he only runs away and defends.

Actually, the early parts of The Legend of the Condor Heroes were quite interesting, but the later parts became a bit formulaic.

This book is good; it should be renamed "The Infinite Mother of God." No matter how many things you want to do to kill me, I just don't want to kill anyone.

It feels like the monsters the protagonist encounters are all more suited to be the protagonist than he is. It's as if the protagonist just went from being cowardly to a petty thug; it doesn't feel like a cultivation story at all.

The main character in this book is always a chicken; there's no evolution or anything. It's a no-go. If you're looking for a pheasant to turn into a phoenix, you can look elsewhere.

It's quite an eye-opener that Guo Jing, fresh out of Mongolia, would actually attack others! Couldn't you have used a better method if you wanted to separate Guo Jing and Huang Zhong? This is such a stupid plot.

I've checked, it's extremely poisonous. Especially for a demon, who, despite always thinking of others and nearly dying because of it, is completely ungrateful!

This chapter is just focusing on sex for the sake of sex; that's not good.

You can look for storylines from worlds that you're familiar with, and remember to revisit previous worlds.

After finishing The Return of the Condor Heroes, I immediately subscribed to the sequels to read them, and found them to be quite toxic. It doesn't follow the usual plot at all; they get involved but then take no responsibility – it's ridiculous. Honestly, it would have been better if they hadn't gotten involved with the female lead at all, or if she hadn't left, she shouldn't have gone back.