Whispers of the Dead

I have read too many novels about Western fantasy. I always feel that the images of various races in it are all stereotyped, including but not limited to: The immortal species, the beautiful elves who love trees and only eat vegetarian food, are proficient in all martial arts and magic, and are excellent at bows and arrows (don't ask why their slender arms like lotus roots can pull a hard bow worth hundreds of stones). Except for his brains, he is a top-notch orc. The undead, who are not understood by the world and are forever cast aside, have been pulled up from the graveyard, but they still have to use the weapons and tattered armor they had in life. Don't the undead deserve new equipment? Not to mention the endless physical strength used by the undead. Without the protection of skin and flesh, the bones will be worn out after just two steps, right? And the worst human race in ten thousand years, relying on mouse-like reproductive capabilities to survive. All the filth and darkness are concentrated in the human race, but how can they survive in a place full of alien races? There are all kinds of things, but I don't come here one by one. It's just that I have a pent-up feeling and I don't want to express my displeasure. These facial-shaped characters make me feel that they are just a specialization of human personality (love of nature and tranquility, warlikeness and loyalty, hatred and worship of death, etc.), Rather than an independent race. The most unbearable thing is the revival of magic and the contempt for technology. I have always believed that science is not a formula, but an idea that explores everything and makes it known. Even magic must have its own rules, rather than some strange babble that produces strange phenomena, so science will never fall behind. I hope to create a real different world, where all races are on this big stage, performing a cruel evolution of survival of the fittest. So I wrote this novel just for my own entertainment, and maybe it can be used as a source of inspiration.

From the prologue to the first chapter, I read a hundred chapters less? At first it was said that the protagonist was just a pick-up guy who didn't know anything, but after waking up, he turned into a man who was reborn, with subordinates who didn't know where they came from, and a century-old plan? I suggest that the author should either write a western fantasy exploration article that he knows nothing about, or else stop doing any takeovers and just say that he is the mastermind behind the scenes and that I just want to be the big boss. In addition, you said that you reject templates and facial expressions, but I didn't see it. Is the author's image of Western Fantasy too fixed? Not to mention the products of domestic fantasy novels such as the Adventurer's Guild and the Mage's Guild. Even the levels of magic and wizards are divided from one to ten... I have read so much for the time being. I can only say that the author does not put the protagonist and the reader on the same level at all. Not only is the information gap, but also the fundamental understanding of the world different. Readers are like a blind man touching an elephant, they can only look for fragments of claws and scales from the protagonist's inner description to restore the world view.

Post a post and add it to the book list. By the way, if the protagonist has an IQ, does the supporting character have an IQ? Is there a harem? Will there be a mix of Chinese and Western?

After reading two chapters, I felt a little confused. It seems like time travel again? There is a sense of novelty that has been compromised.