Starting from the Red Moon

These chapters are so boring and boring.

I don't understand what the author is trying to express, is he forcing a spirit of patriotism? The protagonist's family clearly knows the queen of the town, so they can go talk to her first. They don't have to pretend, follow the rules, and claim to love their work. They let ordinary people investigate the surroundings first, but a lot of them died. The teammates have unlimited mana, so can they go solo?

Yes, if you sacrifice a group of people to heaven, your power will be boundless?

I don't understand what the author is trying to express, is he forcing patriotism? The male protagonist's family knows the queen, so you can just go talk to them yourself at the beginning, but you still pretend to be pretentious and follow the rules to make some bullshit plan and send people to die. Now that you are good, a large number of peripheral people die first, and you still can't figure out what's going on. A batch of sacrifices to the heavens will give you unlimited power. It is called: Love your work, and you can finally go it alone?

You are moved by a woolen yarn, a carrot and a stick. No matter how strong you are, you are still a pawn in the end. You can become a discarded piece at any time. You feel superior when you are a slave. It is not unfair at all for your father to scold you like this.

The author is really desperate. The completion of the second stage has to be delayed. It is clear that he is about to know his life experience and yet he is doing something like this. Doesn't it feel awkward to insert the plot of the doll here? This nonsense is not as interesting as the vice president's stepmother. You want to build a lonely, autistic, and pitiful girl to gain sympathy, but unfortunately you put it in the wrong place, and it makes people disgusted.

Talents are all eager to get them, not to mention they are S-class, they are still too young.

The credit for averting a disaster is just nonsense. How can such a person sneak into the leadership? I just laughed

It can feel like a nomenclature of the night.