Mysterious Overlord of the Nine Heavens

Why is it always the "loser" trope? Aren't you authors tired of it? I'm sick of reading novels like this.

When I read this book 14 years ago, it was truly a good book. Of course, it's not as good as it is now, after all, it's been 6 years. So please don't criticize it, just leave. Let me summarize for you guys. Young people aged 16-25 who come here usually just spout nonsense. They're a bunch of brainless idiots; there's no need to argue with them.

The protagonist is born with parents who die first. His talent shakes the ages, he's skilled in everything. He has a fiancée who comes to break off the engagement. The protagonist is unconvinced, refusing to be underestimated. He sets out to learn a skill, and an opportunity is sure to come. He becomes an apprentice to a certain master, and a story unfolds.

I haven't read the book, but the author's choice of realm names is absolutely terrible! They can't even come up with good names! I have no desire to read it!

At first glance, the writing style of this novel was quite good, but the more you read, the more toxic it became. The protagonist already has a cheat system—he's reborn, and his cultivation techniques and skills are hundreds or thousands of times stronger than those from ten thousand years ago. So what's the point of him going to the academy? Wouldn't it be better for him to just stay home and secretly level up?

If you can't write romance, don't write it. Harem novels are disgusting; the author must be obsessed with women.

I'm returning to mourn the lost memories, and thank the author's book for leaving a beautiful mark on my memory.

A typical example of a poorly written, simplistic novel. Advantages: Clear positioning, numerous satisfying moments, and smooth writing style. Weaknesses: Poor logic, forced conflicts and contradictions, and characters lacking intelligence.

I broke up with her, but after much hesitation, I didn't block her. The reason is simple: I can't let her go. Finally, one day, I actually received a message from her: "Are you there?" My expression remained calm, but my trembling hands betrayed my agitation. "What's wrong? Is there something you need my help with?" "What, can't we contact each other if there's nothing wrong?"

It's no exaggeration to say that the book "Kendo Supreme" written 11 years ago is 10 times better than yours.