Fake Hero from Another World

I just want to say that the love between hawthorn trees really kills people! If you really fall in love, who would let the person you like out?

I hope the author will continue writing. It would be great if the protagonist could be more invincible.

It is a novel that I like very much. I have the patience to savor it carefully. It has a tragic ending, strong modernism, and the plot is too realistic. It is incompatible with other popular novels. (The writing style needs to be improved and it will be a masterpiece)

The author will update the second part soon. I really like reading it.

The protagonist is indeed quite miserable 😟

I saw the naked saint and the devil. 😥😥

Why doesn't anyone read such a good book?

It's not over yet, tell me it's not over yet 😭 Although I am a prostitute who has never had a monthly pass

Is it over? Is it over? The protagonist, the fake hero, dies like this? To be honest, this is the second book I have read in which the protagonist dies in the ending. To be honest, I feel very good about this book, but it is quite uncomfortable to read. This ending is better than the unfinished ending, which gives people a slightly better reverie.

It was going well, but suddenly in Chapter 57, it turned into a licking dog, a tauren

The protagonist is pure trash, and the author's writing level is about the same as that of a primary school student

Ouch, not bad 😏

Ouch, not bad 😏

It's nice to look at, but it's too cruel. This will discourage many people.

Isn't this going to be updated? Alas, the book is actually great.

Sorry, I can't stand it anymore, so I gave up. I always feel like the protagonist has been brainwashed and has no anger. The experience before the time travel left nothing behind except the jokes. The protagonist is composed of a twelve- or thirteen-year-old mind and a youthful illness stuffed into an adult body.

I have to give up. This setting very successfully reminded me of my overwhelming anger. At that time, like the author, when I was so young, I thought love should be like the love of the hawthorn tree. Pure and flawless, but unfortunately the world is gray. In the face of reality, ordinary people cannot even keep ordinary girlfriends. When I finally passed more than a thousand people and entered the system, she was married last year (her husband is a university professor who is more than ten years older than her. This is probably the true brave person you refer to, the author). Has the author ever thought that this kind of setting will not only attract singles who want to fall in love, but will also make those who are lovelorn angry? This kind of setting has proven to be a tragedy no matter what you do. Why should you let go of what belongs to you? You can't watch them being happy and you can still be happy. Endless sorrow will eventually make you worse than dead. Why write this kind of tragedy?