I Carry the Legendary World with Me

As someone born in the 80s, I came here because of the legendary series. It was still watchable at first, but then I saw 101 giving in to the little girl... Sorry, I dropped it immediately. I think many people share the same opinion.

Your grandpa was dying but you didn't dare ask for leave to go home, so your mom scolded you. You were about to go home when you actually went to an internet cafe to play games. I don't understand.

He couldn't even get past the first chapter. His grandfather was seriously ill, and he was unwilling to go back. Every word revealed his cold-hearted nature. And this guy is supposed to be the protagonist?

🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️No, bro. The story begins with the protagonist's grandfather dying, and the protagonist shows absolutely no reaction. He even has the mood to go to an internet cafe – is that something a normal person would do?

The protagonist, born in 1987, started working after junior high school and still doesn't have 20,000 yuan to his name. He's a complete waste of money. He drags a suitcase and carries a bag, and his feet get blisters after walking a few kilometers. He's even more useless than a waste of money. Does anyone still like to watch this kind of useless protagonist?

Chapter 101, Compromise, good heavens, compromise, what a life! He's handed over the method of Qi Induction. 🤔🙄😤

The family's shared property! Or maybe the old man's property is being favored, giving it to the eldest son's family. If it were me, I'd feel uncomfortable too; it feels unfair. We're all born of the same mother and raised by the same father, so it's better not to be so biased. The protagonist is in such a sorry state, and nobody cares about him.

It's toxic! In the first chapter, the protagonist's grandfather is dying, and the protagonist doesn't even want to go back to see him. Then, in the fourth chapter, his ex-girlfriend has given birth to a daughter, which he doesn't know about. It's terrifyingly toxic.

The later part of this book is disgusting. It's clearly about a traitor's mentality, yet the author portrays himself as a saint, helping ordinary people. It's utterly disgusting and garbage. I'm dropping it.

There's a kind of beauty in the lives of post-80s office workers who, after being laid off and finding themselves unable to find work, use writing as an excuse to slack off.