The Martial Warrior's Ferocity

The new book is really good, My Weird Life,

Tofu pudding is sweet, those who prefer savory are heretics, we're on different wavelengths, I'm not watching.

The writing style is not bad. The biggest problem is the overly bleak worldview and the appalling living conditions of ordinary people. Demons and ghosts wreak havoc, cultivators view mortals as ants, and some martial artists are indifferent to them. Only the protagonist and some weaklings retain a conscience, making it feel like an apocalypse, which is utterly despairing.

If the protagonist doesn't start to rise to prominence, all the readers will leave, including the author.

The protagonist is under a taunting aura and is targeted in various ways. Can a martial artist always suppress their emotions and achieve enlightenment?

The author could take inspiration from "Rolling Water of the Ten Directions Martial Saint," as the protagonist is somewhat indecisive, which doesn't match the book's title and synopsis.

I've read 65% of it. The enemies are too strong, and the protagonist's cultivation is trash, yet he still gets involved. His cheat ability—the strongest body—is practically useless.

I just started reading, and I got to Chapter 10, which is supposed to discourage readers from continuing. Is there a section in Chapter 10 that discourages readers from continuing?

After reading about fifty chapters, I really don't understand why humans can still live? The imperial court cultivators, demons, and monsters all harbor deep hostility towards humans. Most martial artists are idiots. And the protagonist is utterly useless.

It's not a fast-paced, enjoyable read; it's a bit drawn out and has a touch of literary flair. The author is well-read, the writing is polished and the descriptions are good. They seem to have an understanding of the supernatural and have skillful writing, but because they don't write fast-paced, enjoyable reads, it felt a bit frustrating. I'm off. Goodbye.