I Practice Only Forbidden Arts, Though I Cannot Die

Later it became a toilet paper stream, suspected to be from a studio, about things like running dungeons, showing off and getting slapped in the face. The reason it's called "toilet paper flow" is because it's extremely verbose; you can easily skip a few chapters. Let me briefly describe the verbose flow. The premise is: first, you hear the voice, then you hear the person.

I really don't understand. You're just not dead, and your neighbor caused trouble. You don't know what the trouble was about, who's right or wrong, and you don't even know if you can beat the martial artist who came to your neighbor's house to cause trouble. Why are you so angry? Who is your neighbor to you...? They're just new neighbors...

Author, does this story seem familiar? By the way, this book is from 2004. Could it be that he plagiarized yours?

This text is really interesting. A passerby says the supporting character is awesome, the supporting character says he's awesome, the protagonist says he's awesome, and then they start fighting. You say something and I hit you, I say something and you hit me, and in the end everyone says the protagonist is super awesome! It's well written, but don't write anymore next time. Go back and tighten your screws.

I bought it for free for a limited time. The beginning of this book was pretty good. Although it borrowed from other works, it was done quite well, and the survival aspect was quite interesting. But after the cultivation phase, it became like it went mad, constantly showing off and slapping people in adversity, displaying its divine power in front of others.

This is trash novel, a money-grabbing scam. Just read the free chapters; don't bother reading the ones after they're published. It's just a bunch of shoddy writing to scam money. Many novels follow this formula; once they're published, they become mass-produced, assembly-line novels.

I really don't understand why an ordinary person, after transmigrating to a world of extraordinary abilities and gaining superhuman powers, wouldn't use those abilities to enjoy the life of power and privilege, but instead chooses to live like an ascetic. Everyone has selfish desires, you know. And this sixty-year-old man watching beautiful livestreamers... The protagonist must be a born saint (or eunuch).

The book is trash, not the book itself; the main character is trash. Do you know why so many people like Wolverine? It's because he's reckless and he's practically immortal. Then look at the protagonist; even a thug leader has to bow his head. Trash.

I've read up to chapter 160 so far. Suddenly, I've lost the desire to continue reading. The pacing is too slow, there's no passion, no anticipation. At first glance, the novelty was quite appealing, but then something felt off. The protagonist is a hundred or two hundred years old, doesn't make friends, doesn't love women, and spends his days like a tortoise, just cultivating immortality for the…

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