
Everyone Takes Advice and Imitates Celebrities, but You Start by Playing a God?
别人听劝仿明星,你开局扮神明?
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- 2.5M Words
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- Urban
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- Superpowers
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Your introduction is wrong, isn't it? You're playing the role of the Nine Heavens Responding to the Origin of Thunder God, the Universal Transformation Heavenly Venerable! You're talking about merging with the Qi of Heaven and Earth, transforming Yin and Yang, and having the Thunder God assisting you? You're the head of the Thunder Department's righteous gods, the Thunder Ancestor!
Well, this book seems to have come about on a whim, and it probably wasn't properly outlined. There are some minor logical flaws, such as the author's assumptions beyond their knowledge, like how custom-made clothing was produced the next day, or how after a month of school, only roommates were known to classmates. The biggest flaw is typos.
Once you link awesomeness to school, it becomes uninteresting.
Lei Zu, Erlang Shen, that's it.
The demon Erlang Shen manifested, yet he runs away from everything, hiding at the sight of black smoke. Even the Thai imps dared not approach him, a disgrace to the nation! Lei Zu and Erlang Shen, both renowned for their power to vanquish evil, yet they flee at the sight of black smoke—utterly shameful!
The more I write, the worse it gets.
It's getting worse and worse! Why did I have to make a perfectly good rich, high-tech villain?! (Removing from bookshelf, goodbye)
The deity's 10 years of magical power only resulted in a single thunderclap, which merely frightened a few human traffickers. The author's portrayal of this deity is far too low-class.
You can't even pretend to be cool, it's boring.
You're already a god, why would you need to read books? And who in this world is qualified to teach you? This premise is bad; the satisfying parts aren't written.
You expect someone with such a moronic writing style to have a serious and responsible attitude? They're naive and adorable, aren't they?
It's pretty good, but I haven't had any really exciting moments after reading over ten chapters.
This is not a wish-fulfillment story; novels where the protagonist pretends to be weak but actually becomes a tyrant are still quite rare. I suggest writing more of these.