My Divine Avatars Are Countless

The protagonist isn't a weak prince; he's a poor fisherman whose parents have been sacrificed. I don't understand why the villain, who uses his powerful backer so skillfully, insists on relying on illogical political maneuvering.

It's really beneath the class of the protagonist to become a god and then have a plot point about being poisoned by his childhood sweetheart.

It's very strange. Whether it's the emperor who suddenly started issuing edicts of grace at the end of the dynasty, or the protagonist who only had a small territory and then standardized weights and measures, demonstrated the principle of boiling water to his subordinates and had them build a steam engine in a few months, and kept his subordinates in the dark about everything he did, it's all very strange.

You're putting steam engines and electrical systems in a fantasy setting? Does that even work? And genetics?! One's metaphysics, the other science—you're trying to hybridize them!

The identity of God was ruined by the chickens' mess.

That's ridiculous. They already have the authority of an insect god, why bother with power struggles? Just control poisonous insects to bite them in the dead of night, and any enemy would have to kneel. And if you have an even wilder imagination, you can control parasites to burrow into someone's brain—that goes without saying.

🤐 Compete with your opponent to see the lowest possible level of intelligence.

The gods in this book have such low-class status.

Author, you should really stick to writing female-oriented novels. Your writing style seems more suited to that genre.

Your writing is slow and frustrating.