Starting with Basic Stat Points to Slaughter My Way Through the Apocalypse

I've read 127 chapters. The first 40 chapters were quite impressive—decisive, self-serving, not overly sentimental, and without moral blackmail. But ever since chapter 50, when the base was established, it's been a mess. The protagonist doesn't take risks, doesn't kill, doesn't fight monsters; he just farms and trains others.

In reality, many people who read dark fiction don't actually like it; they just dislike sanctimonious characters and sycophants. However, aside from dark fiction, most novels like to portray the protagonist as a saintly figure or a simp. Similarly, most people dislike protagonists who embody a saintly figure not because they hate saints, Rather, it's the lack of empathy that makes me feel uneasy.

The attribute values ​​are all randomly written. Despite having three times the strength of a normal person, his stamina is still less than that of an ordinary zombie dog, and he can't pull a 120-pound bow even with twice the strength of a normal person.

So-so. The starting combat power was terrible. All attributes were three times that of an average person, meaning combat power should be at least ten times higher, yet I couldn't even defeat a few dogs.

What motivated me to keep reading was the novel's praise of the protagonist building his own power, no longer fighting alone, but leveraging the strength of a group.

After reading over twenty chapters, I've roughly grasped the book's central theme. This book doesn't distinguish between men and women, good and bad; it only categorizes people as those who deserve to die and those who deserve to live. According to the author, everyone except the protagonist deserves to die. The novel amplifies the evil of human nature to an infinite degree.

I've read over 40 chapters so far, and it's alright. It's the kind of ruthless, self-serving kind I was looking for, not the kind that rambles on and on.

Read up to chapter 130: It feels like the author is starting to portray the protagonist as having a gambler's mentality. Only those who haven't died will fight desperately, while only small fry will fight. (With his cheat-like abilities, his first thought is safety; he keeps backup plans, hides his trump cards, and deliberately pushes himself into desperate situations, living on the brink of death.) Goodbye.

In the apocalypse, even if a beautiful woman offers herself to him, he refuses. She's highly poisonous.

To be fair, the story is alright, the narrative flows smoothly, and the subject matter is interesting. The only thing that I couldn't handle was the numbers; the logic just fell apart whenever I encountered numbers. 1. Ten times the strength and speed of an average person, yet the damage output is less than that of an average person wielding a composite bow? That's a joke.