I Am a Lone Swordsman Fighting Aliens

I often ask myself, what is the purpose of writing books? To put it bluntly, for fame and fortune. To put it more nobly, to bring readers boundless joy. To put it hypocritically, for some unspeakable, lofty pursuit. To put it narcissistically, to find one's own value in life through books. Perhaps it's all of these, perhaps none of them. After all, humans are both simple and complex. I think everyone who first starts typing is doing so because they enjoy it. Writing some immature but self-satisfied words, feeling smug about their first creative work. Because they like a certain anime...

[Actually, the problem isn't with the world, but with the protagonist himself. This includes his style of doing things and his so-called values in life. He has an absolute black-and-white theory, which is probably only found in the minds of children, and those people will eventually disappear. Nothing is absolute; bad people are good people, and good people are bad people. Therefore, the protagonist should learn about Tai Chi. The protagonist is very selfish, only ever killing; sometimes, doing evil is just a way to redeem good.] —A book review, left by a fan. — I found this passage while browsing my book review section late at night out of boredom. ...

Following up on my previous book review, I'd like to add that this book lover's words weren't entirely without merit. I also understand what he meant. He was probably suggesting that if one could be all-encompassing, then the world wouldn't need to distinguish between right and wrong. However, what I don't understand is why someone who can express such an argument would then criticize others' inner world as that of a "child." Isn't this a classic case of saying one thing and doing another? And this book lover should also understand—knowing something but not doing it is essentially...

This bizarre novel wasted several hours of my time. The last time I saw a novel written like this was about three years ago, called "Dark Era," where the protagonist gets completely manipulated in every place he goes, amplifying the reader's gloom to an extreme, all under the guise of exploring human nature. The protagonist seems invincible but is actually a tormentor. This is a novel that will only make you feel bad, not happy. The author's writing is genuinely good, though. Actually, this book is more suitable for teenagers with delusions of grandeur and pseudo-literary figures.

Commentator: Master Title: Well-paced but lacking overall cohesion, with simplistic emotions Summary: This is a well-established, skillfully written, and highly immersive first-person perspective work. However, the story lacks overall cohesion, and the emotions expressed through fragmented plots are rather simplistic. Suitable for: Non-new authors who feel their writing is highly expressive but just doesn't hold readers' attention. Word count: 1939 words Reading time: Approximately 4 minutes Summer vacation is coming to an end, are all you students entering the stage of cramming for assignments? To follow the crowd, Master's end-of-month cultivation plan has also begun, perhaps even leading to ascension...

I first read this novel a long, long time ago (maybe three or four years ago?), And today I saw it again on the apocalypse tag and decided to give it a try. All I want to say is... Reading this book requires a strong ability to withstand pressure. This book may be a good book, but it's not one that brings joy (referring to the beginning). This made my already bad mood even worse.

I took a break recently. Although I still want to continue writing, I feel I need to rest for a while longer. But there are some things I can't help but say. Actually, we've always understood that in this world, reason is useless. In this information-saturated world, we can listen to the opinions of all the experts, and analyze every problem, even every person, in detail. We can try to deduce from all the known results why those people and those events ultimately became what we see today...

I stumbled upon this novel by chance. While the title initially didn't particularly appeal to me, I quickly became immersed in the world the author created. I've read quite a few novels, but few (I suppose this one counts?) Truly capture the diverse aspects of a post-apocalyptic world. I feel this novel achieves that. Other novels' post-apocalyptic worlds seem confined to the protagonist's small world, like a tiny sandbox, with limited and unrealistic relationships...

I read it a long time ago, and I've forgotten most of the plot. But what I remember most vividly is that back then, I couldn't find many books on SF that truly stood out; they all followed similar formulas, awkwardly padding the word count with jokes throughout. This book, with its completely different style, really cured my intermittent reading slump. I'm quite grateful to the author, and I hope they can keep going. I'll write a brief review when I get back. Keep it up, author!

When Lin Yu learned the truth about Tongtian City, the difference in his treatment of his companions and everyone else was stark. His nature revealed cowardice, fear, and contempt; he lacked respect for the dignity of his companions' lives. Laura's wisdom and appreciation for Lin Yu were potentially ignored. When the dignity of life was trampled upon, and the person involved realized it and sought help, they were met with indifference. Lin Yu's promise to his childhood companions was valued. The death of his companions, the helplessness, the remorse, and the powerlessness struck Lin Yu's fragile heart, numbing it. His only reaction was avoidance; when he couldn't escape, he ignored it, selectively forgetting, lost and confused...