I Became an Old One

I thought it was some kind of Great Old One with hundreds of tentacles, eyes all over its body, and a mind-polluting presence, but you showed me a fire-breathing lizard instead?

The first two chapters were great, but later the protagonist seemed to lose all his prestige, and all he did was describe dragons—human followers dressed as dragons.

To be honest, none of the current Cthulhu novels truly depict the Cthulhu universe.

Dear author, why did you stop writing? Please keep going!

This book now reads like a Greek myth, and I don't know if the author is trying to pad the word count or what. The protagonist's intelligence is lacking, and he insists on trying things that are meaningless, just like Godzilla, wasting the subject matter and making it impossible to keep reading.

Author, please don't use "human" or "human" in short, "intelligent life"!

I still think it's better to stick to my old profession of writing transformation stories.

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What's wrong? I've entered the palace, it's written really well, why aren't you updating anymore?

This mindset has remained unchanged for tens of thousands of years.