The Little Evil God's Diary of Being Raised

The promised healing was a lie. What a mess! Twenty-odd chapters later, a bizarre, dozens-of-chaps of angst! Ugh. The protagonist is practically a cripple, and his spirit remains completely unchanged—utterly pathetic, incredibly pathetic, without a single shred of resistance. Even someone who's been through so much should have matured by now, right? But what happened? Blinded? Legs crippled? Minor issues. Being abandoned for no reason? Minor matters, minor matters. They take him back and start showering him with sweetness again, as if nothing happened. How disgusting! And the Seven Sages are incredibly cowardly. The first time their lover is killed, they hate but endure it; the second time their lover is almost killed, they still endure it. And they still make promises? Forget it. ...

Do you guys have some misunderstanding about angst-filled stories? Reading this entire article, all I saw was unprecedented utter garbage. This so-called Seventh Sage is completely useless, and the First Sage deserves to die a thousand times over. I don't know if the author created this character setting to pad the word count, to whitewash her, or simply to disgust people! Because they couldn't write any more angst, they deliberately wrote some kind of psychological suggestion—and that's how all this happened.

The plot is nonsensical, far inferior to the sullen, submissive storylines of female-oriented novels from ten years ago, or the simp-and-harem trope of male-oriented novels. Is this supposed to be a "bitter" story? This is ridiculous! The protagonist's inexplicable mutilation, his inexplicable injuries, and his pathetic, pitiful state on the ground—who are they trying to impress? Who are they trying to move? They spend ages making themselves tearfully emotional, while the readers remain silent. Even a character worthy of pity has value; what's wrong with this protagonist? He's like a cockroach on the ground, half-crippled and struggling. Would you sympathize with a cockroach that has absolutely no value? And the protagonist's character design—I see absolutely no personality. Even the character's softness...

I came back to sweep the graves. The origin of my nightmares. I have only one thought about this book: I hope the author will be reincarnated as Lulu Kouya in the future!

It's a very clichéd, boring, and poorly executed ending, but for all the readers who have waited for that lonely little evil god for years, it's the perfect ending.

That's enough. Only the first two volumes are worth reading; the rest are basically as the previous reviews mentioned. I originally had pretty high expectations for this book.

Logically, no one should suffer for no reason, but the world is unfair, and some people will always bear the consequences. However, the more I read, the more irritating it became. The sage of a thousand years had the magnanimity of a teenager, and his arrogant character was untenable. When the author forcibly burdened the protagonist with these hardships, I immediately stopped reading the book. The feeling of reading normally vanished, and my only remaining thought was: the author wrote it this way on purpose. I quite liked the protagonist's character, but the author clearly lacked the skill to handle such an unconventional protagonist. As a result, I felt that reading the protagonist was even less enjoyable than reading a random passerby. I could starve for days for someone...

A heads-up for those clicking in: this is a angst-filled story with numerous logical flaws. I suggest reading it without thinking too much and just getting into the story (the main angst revolves around the protagonist's life as a homeless person after being abandoned). Those who can handle it will persevere; those who can't and find it disgusting should leave immediately. This book is quite extreme and is a yearly update series, so there's a possibility it might be abandoned altogether. Reading it without thinking is relatively smooth, and there are far fewer typos and grammatical errors than in most books.

I'm really devastated. Is there some kind of mental illness involved? Why would anyone break a young girl's heart like that? Why? I don't understand. After reading this book, all I gained was witnessing biodiversity and being utterly polluted. Thankfully, the ending was happy, but as I read on, I kept thinking, "Why didn't Lulu just die like that?" Ugh, why did I even bother clicking on this novel and torturing myself like this? I'm not going to read any more.

Is it over? I shed a lot of tears when I watched it before. I miss it...