A Guide to Raising an Interstellar Overlord

Learning knowledge for players is not very good. It is easy to collapse when writing this. Players get technology and it is proved to be true in reality, which will trigger a series of things. If you don't write about these things, it will not be very reasonable. If you do, it will feel out of touch with the main line. It is best to cultivate your own team in the game world. There are some things that are not suitable for players to know. Players are better suited to fighting and can be treated like clones.

Violent soldiers, violent soldiers! There are not enough players to play the fourth natural disaster. The player population is in single digits. The author is making a fool of himself! How many chapters are there! They say it's the fourth natural disaster. What if the male protagonist is playing Wushuang alone?

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​In addition, the development of the plot is relatively slow. Now after more than 80 chapters, the protagonist has reached initial production capacity. Slowness is not a problem. It is understandable for the smooth advancement of the plot. There is almost no connection between the protagonist and reality, and there is very little mention of the changes that have occurred in real life after players play the game. It can even be said that this line is somewhat carelessly handled. I have some opinions on the plot. If the author has his own considerations, they can be ignored. The protagonists are on a waste planet, right? It's a garbage planet. Just like when we found the tank before, the protagonists can search for treasures in the garbage and reverse engineer it, or find some NPCs to jointly develop tools with the players. In addition, how does the author explain where the first batch of airborne pods came from? Where did the base's initial resources come from? How does the base relate to reality? Why does the protagonist come back here? If these are not handled well, the whole book will be difficult to be logically consistent. In short, I am still very optimistic about the development of this book, and I will continue to order it in the future. Come on, author!

Come on, it's pretty cool

I really can't understand how a group of uncontrollable players can be more efficient than a robot that only consumes basic energy.

The technological level of the world the protagonist travels through doesn't look very good. It doesn't even know how to recycle the most basic resources. Is it really a civilization capable of interstellar colonization? With such a thing, what kind of treasure like the base center is there for the protagonist to pick up? The technology of traveling through time, space and the universe... Just this one shortcoming will scare off a lot of readers! You said that Golden Finger who travels through time as the protagonist is better than writing it like this. It really can't be written as the legacy of a super civilization or something like that!

. . . Originally, this type of novel was meant to be read by a large group of players, but as a result, the number of players increased like squeezing out toothpaste. Who would read it? Didn't you really think that your book would write millions of words and then become popular? It was not attractive in the early stage.

It's really a petty thing. After so many players, a woman was introduced in the middle, and the protagonist suddenly turned into a licker. The score of this book is not good. It's because the author doesn't know how to write science fiction and is afraid that there are too many supporting characters. If the score is not good, the suspicion of appendix eunuchs will be high.

The plot is very stiff, and every time the player does something, they feel that the protagonist will take care of it. Don't forget that for the protagonist, this is a real world. Failure often means that the layout is disrupted and death. However, the protagonist does not take any actions to stop it or take preventive measures. I don't know what to say.

The mecha controls the keyboard. I wanted to complain many years ago