This Berserker Takes Reckless Dying Too Far
这个狂战士过分作死
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- Completed
- Length
- 2k Words
- Genre
- Gaming
- Subgenre
- Game Otherworld
- Updated
- 5y ago
- English
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A Wild and Free Youth
Youth is a memory, a sound, a trail of footprints on the beach. Youth is a melody, a diamond, a gentle breeze beneath the blue sky.
River of Time
Time is a river, and we are travelers. We've come a long way, with dust clinging to our feet. Sitting by the river, we wash the dust away and gaze at our reflections. When the water is calm, perhaps we can see our own shadows clearly: tired and sad. Losing your memory can't make you forget a person or an event, but hardship can help. To grow in life, you can't travel in a straight line. You have to climb over obstacles.
A True-Blooded Man
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Never look down on a poor young man!
Better Your Own Thatched Hut Than a Golden or Silver Nest
Curling up in my little nest to read the novels I love.
Clear Breeze, Falling Water
A gentle breeze, a wisp of tea smoke drifting upward. Revisiting old dreams, but the one I knew is gone. Maples ablaze, a jade flask, songs beneath the moon, Leaning on the tower, singing long into the years. Among flowers beneath the moon, a cup of fine wine, As the water falls, red lotus blooms, and only jade chimes can be heard. This feeling remains, just as it did in that fleeting moment.
Four Seasons of Spring: A Cozy Book Nook
Spring's beauty lies in its flowers bursting into bloom, their breathtaking colors, graceful elegance, delicate charm, and inviting fragrance... The riot of color, each flower vying to outshine the others in the spring breeze, is where its vitality shines through.
Where Did Our Love Go?
Memories of My Love
Floating Cloud Study
I gaze quietly into the distance at the drifting clouds on the horizon, white and carefree, scattered across the deep blue sky. I once sent my heartfelt blessings into the distance; how much they resembled a carefree life. So many thoughts have drifted away with the passing years. Without a word of dispute, they became memories. There's an old saying, from ancient times to the present: life is like a dream. Yet so many people dream of climbing to the very peak of life.
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After reading the first 20 chapters, I felt the plot was very disjointed, especially the sudden emotional outburst when the soldier boarded the bus, which left me confused. The previous plot developments were insufficient and lacked persuasiveness.
One body with two main characters, and then the perspectives switch back and forth. It's clear that a lot of effort was put into writing it, but the sense of detachment is too strong, making it impossible to immerse oneself in and connect with the protagonist.
Investment is not possible yet...
It's alright. I just don't like the concept. I'm outta here.