Making a Demon God in Tokyo

Every book about revival has to spout nonsense about demons, reclusive families, hidden organizations, and fabricated past events. The protagonist possesses all the Devil Fruit powers from One Piece, but they're all at a basic level and need to be developed. One person can't develop them all, so he distributes the fruits to others, which can be taken back at any time.

It's 2025 already, and these kinds of behind-the-scenes novels still have the protagonist explaining everything. That's so petty! The Great Dao of the Main Gods, dating back many years, already told you that as long as you set up the framework, they'll naturally guess. There's no need for explanations; explaining is embarrassing, and the more you do, the more mistakes you make.

The extraordinary abilities bestowed upon the women around him were the starting point for the divine tree's thunderous explosion.

The author clearly hasn't learned from the mistakes of the previous book, again using the same "girlfriend at the beginning" trope. Don't go through the same cycle of writing multiple female leads, then not pursuing any of them, only to have the girlfriend reappear later as a cover, and then not killing any of them – that would be truly awful.

Reading Notes To be honest, I started reading this novel not long after it began writing, and I followed it from the novel "I Planted a Sacred Tree in Tokyo". This novel has now reached 1.12 Million words, and there are some things I really have to say. If you ask me my impression of this novel, my opinion is: chaotic, boring, and frustrating.

Let's talk about the romance. I've read a few chapters. The male lead stealing the original owner's romantic relationships is disgusting and makes me want to vomit. He really treats other people's memories as his own. He should have just written about restoring past life memories instead. The author can't write romance. My assessment of the romance is that it's utter garbage.

The power level in One Piece is really too low.

I honestly don't understand how the two sisters around the protagonist actually perceive him. If they've truly liked someone since childhood, can they continue to like them just because they look alike? The protagonist, this usurper, seems completely at ease, taking it all for granted.

Boring, just more of the same old mystical stuff, nothing new. They might as well just hand out Devil Fruit powers and let them bleed to death.

I just want to see rivers of blood, not a bastard saving a girl.