Huh? They’re All Real?

It's probably the same as the book "These Big Shots Are All Me", where the protagonist is infinitely elevated on the background board, making it all the more exciting. When it comes to writing about actual on-site operations, it can't support the character at all, it's very hollow.

"A child's top fantasy about death is probably to imagine a scene where their parents kneel in front of the corpse and cry. What will they think when they see my corpse? Will they regret it, feel guilty, will they regret suppressing me and scolding me in that way? Maybe every East Asian child has thought about this question. Guilt is the heaviest shackles that parents put on their children, and children want to use the most extreme methods. The shackles are tied back to the parents. But what happens after death? Will the fantasy scene appear? The story of Nezha gave the East Asian children an answer. Even if Li Jing saw the resurrected Nezha, it was just a cold remark.

Really, what you are writing now, author, is not interesting at all. It is too watery. The protagonist is working as a nanny and planning to become stronger at the same time? To be honest, a witch and a prophet can sense the protagonist. Are those ancient bosses and gods blind?

This book seems to have no flesh-and-blood characters at all, even the protagonist. There is just a person who wrote the book stretching out silk threads to pull the puppets one after another. It is formulaic and routine, cold and dead.

This book is seriously watered down, and I feel like the author has nothing to write about. The current general direction of this book is Shura Field.

When I read Chapter 383, I kept being ambiguous and saying that I was sorry for them. The most important thing was what was the protagonist doing? There is no Shura Field, and no at-bats. Are you going to be Shimizu Bun until the end? How to get people to pursue him? Moreover, none of your heroines have their own characteristics. I have read so many chapters and none of the heroines impressed me deeply.

The protagonist gives me a feeling of being both strong and weak, both wise and confused. . . Propose a conjecture and then quickly deny it, always avoiding the correct answer. And every time there is a slight hint of identity exposure, it stops like an inch, highlighting a bloody plot that you will know immediately but suddenly pass by without you knowing for various reasons. This scenario even occurs many times. Every time I use the excuse that I have been inappropriate in the past. Anyway, it seems frustrating to me, so I'd better read some cool articles, at least I won't be depressed. By the way, the plot about childhood sweethearts is also unpleasant to watch. The plot about hiding each other's identities really makes people want to die.

It's midnight. It's a forced anime plot. No one's foreshadowing is so hard and sensational. It's so fucking historical.

This is not reality, this is a work of fantasy. Don't worry about your mortal power. To be honest, many copies are pretty good. You can write about friendship, responsibility, or love. Or you can simply travel through time and space and write dozens of chapters about daily life. As long as the sugar content is enough, I believe there will be no criticism from readers. It is normal for harem novels to design daily copies specifically for the heroine. But you are always thinking about the grand narrative. Just be grand. It's cliche and vulgar. Look at the comments section and see how many people think this paragraph is well written.

After reading the last few chapters, I feel that I have lost the desire to follow the story. The whole book is about supporting the protagonist, including the heroine, who is all for Moen. Her identity has always been concealed. Except for the protagonist, the other heroines seem to be just tools. After writing a plot, they basically ignored it. It seems that the whole world was originally created for Morn, and the villains are just to highlight the protagonist's shortcomings. There are too few shining points about the protagonist himself. The whole book is full of the protagonist's arrogance, whether it is towards the heroine or others. For the heroines, you will only use their curses and find excuses to hurt them again; for the enemies, no matter what you do in front of the protagonist, you will be tricked and appear to be a clown. It is like playing house. The protagonist can slowly let you play if you are interested.