Players Are Invading? Wait, Am I Really an NPC?

I'm done with this. Chapter 47. It's just a bunch of players being babysitters. I'm leaving. I tolerated some minor flaws earlier, but it's really disappointing. It has no class whatsoever.

In summary: The player is too ordinary Set loose The protagonist is ordinary (he doesn't cause trouble, he just wants to become stronger). There is a sense of disconnect In the first 100 chapters after the book's release, it felt like the players in the Fourth Catastrophe series didn't have much screen time. The content focused on the struggles between local factions.

I've subscribed to the entire "Cipher Electronic Warrior" series, and you're just going to abandon it without even saying anything? Why didn't you continue writing that book with such a great premise? Am I really a cipher machine?

The book is good, but the protagonist doesn't quite seem like a transmigrator. Players are born as slaves, so wouldn't they be exploited to the death? And he can accumulate experience so quickly. Based on the protagonist's talent as described by the author, without any cheat codes, it's highly unlikely he could even become a near-legendary figure. Or is it simply suppressing the protagonist's strength? He's over 80 years old, why would he still be suppressing him?

It doesn't feel as appealing as the previous dating system. After all, isn't taking a dating system to a beer hall more interesting than some super NPC system?

I don't know if the author has ever played games, but the protagonist definitely has. There's no need to elaborate on the nature of gamers; if an NPC shows a health bar, they're guaranteed to die. The protagonist, as an NPC with no means to control the players, goes to great lengths to help them. In a game, this might be understandable, given the system's constraints—as long as the health bar doesn't show—but in the real world, the protagonist is doomed. Even becoming a god wouldn't save him.

What did you do in the 80s? Couldn't you get promoted? Didn't do anything productive, just chased after women.

The premise is completely baffling. Whether it's the initial depiction of a game company or the earlier claim that gunpowder can be replicated to create guns, how does the author intend to balance fantasy elements with modern physics? Can both be made to work? And while a purely human protagonist isn't impossible, how will he manage his relationships with other orcs?

No wonder he's still a loser at 80; he started by focusing entirely on beautiful women.

Is this the eunuch, Dog Fat Carp?