A Strange World, but I’m a Martial Arts Maniaque

This is supposed to be a madman? A nanny? What the heck? A madman does whatever he wants, doesn't care about anyone's will. If you can't write about madmen, don't write about them. Why not choose a different subject? If you can't write about entertainers, at least don't write about nannies. A martial artist as a nanny? How weird.

Grandpa Carp, you've regenerated your limbs again!

This guy on Xianyu (a Chinese online marketplace) is incredibly boring. He boasts about his brilliant mind in the game, but he doesn't use it in the real world at all. After more than a month, he understands nothing. This kind of slapstick, idiotic protagonist writing is just awful.

It might be my father-in-law's new book.

The author is very talented, but perhaps too eager for quick success. He stops updating a book as soon as it doesn't do well and immediately starts a new one, without ever finishing it. But becoming a great author doesn't happen overnight. Except for a very few, like Cuttlefish, who became a great author by accumulating books one by one.

I've read all of the author's books, mainly because I like the character designs and world-building, plus the exciting high-level martial arts battle descriptions. However, the author doesn't seem to care much about data; they seem to write very arbitrarily, with no outline, no logic, no plot—they just write whatever comes to mind.

Has the author played too many murder mystery games? They crammed together a bunch of boring and trivial settings. Aside from the beginning, which was somewhat polished, the second instance was a complete disaster.

Yes, I want to see fanfiction about the magnetic field that, while somewhat eccentric, ultimately promotes love and justice. The original work clearly embodies that, so why are the current magnetic field fanfics just pure madness, indiscriminate killing?

It's obviously an AI-generated work. It's a complete mess. The author just signed their name; they probably didn't even read it once.

Thankfully, I didn't read it; he wrote eight books, none of which were finished; that dead eunuch.