The_Abaddon

The story started promisingly if you ignored the general awkward behavior at the start, which is not really rare at the beginning of transmigration novels, however... Our guy acts like he is frozen in time on his first day! He still acts like a virgin after taking his 3rd concubine, and "bitterly smiles" after his wife set him up with a buxom beauty, that he low key courted for the last 40 chapters. Also the MC is a huge incompetent SUB!!!! Beware!!! The MC is always the most incompetent person in the room, except for the cartoonish husbands whom he "NTRs", except these husbands always leave their wives virgin for decades, for nonsensical reasons. I started this novel 4 times, and now I once again gave it up around ch ~130

Writing Quality has tremendously improved, and it was already good even at the beginning. Updates could be better. Story. The story is just my cup of tea. If you like smut and destroying protagonist type characters, then you will also enjoy this novel. Character design is good. Characters have distinct personalities, so there is nothing to complain here, except for some logical flaws here and there. World background is actually average, or below average. I don't think it is a good idea to mix 3 very different types of novel sub-genres together (modern cultivation, japanese and the other thing). Although the execution was sometimes good, and sometimes acceptable, but unless you write a novel specifically aimed at world hopping, then it is not wise to mix very different styled worlds, since in this case these things will have to mix sooner or later.

Sometimes these "beauties" react for so long, that I'm thinking about when the author will bring in the plumber, the mailman, and the locally elected officials, so he can ask their opinion as well.

Dear author, I have much thought long and hard, where to start from, so I sought to follow your example, and start from the beginning. Long after the creation of the universe, there emerged a novel, a creation that sought to etch its mark upon the vast parchment of the Dao of storytelling. This novel, much like the primordial chaos from which the myriad worlds were birthed, contained within it the seeds of immense potential. It was as if the author, in their infinite wisdom, had reached into the very heart of the cosmos, drawing forth the raw materials needed to sculpt a narrative that could stand tall among the titans of the xianxia genre. In these realms, every word uttered by the Daoist sages carries the weight of thousands of years, shaping the very essence of the worlds they inhabit. It is within this grandiose context that we must place the novel in question, understanding that each character, each plot twist, and each meticulously described setting is a reflection of the author's attempt to mirror the complexity and depth of the universe itself. Moving through the dense forests of prose, past the mountains of elaborate descriptions and over the rivers of dialogues that meander without apparent destination, one cannot help but feel a sense of awe at the ambition that drives this literary endeavor. The author, much like a cultivator seeking to break through to the next realm of mastery, has spared no effort in detailing the minutiae of their world. Every leaf that trembles in the wind, every whisper of qi coursing through the veins of our heroes, is rendered with a level of detail that could only be described as excessive. Yet, as we delve deeper into the heart of this creation, wading through the mire of adjectives and the thicket of adverbs, a realization begins to dawn. The narrative, for all its grandeur and scope, seems to drift aimlessly like a leaf caught in a tempestuous sea. The reader, eager to uncover the mysteries and battles that lie ahead, finds themselves ensnared in a web of verbosity, where the true essence of the story is obscured by an impenetrable fog of filler words. Chapters unfurl like the petals of an endless lotus, each one revealing not the promised advancement of plot but rather an additional layer of descriptive extravagance that, while beautiful in isolation, serves little purpose in driving the narrative forward. The cultivation of characters, the very soul of the xianxia narrative, becomes secondary to the author's penchant for prolixity. And so, we arrive, after a journey as long and winding as the path to immortality itself, at the core of our critique. The novel, for all its ambitious attempts to encapsulate the vastness of a xianxia universe, ultimately falls prey to its own excesses. The essence of storytelling, much like the cultivation paths depicted within its pages, requires balance and focus. In the pursuit of painting a universe in all its intricate glory, the author has overlooked the fundamental Dao of narrative economy. In a realm where the economy of spirit stones dictates the accessibility of knowledge and power, the inflation caused by needless verbosity is not just a matter of stylistic preference but a barrier that stands between the reader and the heart of the story. The lesson, it seems, is clear: in the art of storytelling, as in the practice of cultivation, excess can be as much a curse as a boon.

I think it was around ~230-ish when I wrote this review maybe.

Honestly as I started reading this novel, I had the mind to drop it in the first 10 chapters, as the author is bit too much of a psycho - and so his MC too -, and I usually relate to the MC so the dissonance was a bit too much, but I pushed through due to my boredom. Oh boy, what a ride I got myself in! Now I'm both horrified, and also dying of laughter at the same time. While I still can't relate myself to the MC, as he is just a tad bit too sadist, and petty, but the author's style makes it worth it (along with the constant supply of protagonists to slaughter, and women to steal). P.S.: I also found a cheat code to this author! He said "If you steal my original adult content, then I will name a new protagonist after you and cuck you", so if you are into it, then it is free, unlimited and personalized supply for you!

I don't usually write reviews, unless the novel is catastrophically shit and a waste of time, but this time i have to make an exception. I have barely shed tears in my life - with funerals having almost zero effect on me through my life - and the latest one being my dog dying, but damn. In ch 14 I unconsciously teared up at the situation. Good work! Nowadays it is rare to encounter a novel, which truly affects me emotionally, so keep up the good work mate!

MC has the eloquence of a 10 year old, but everyone thinks he is super convincing. He just one-sidedly spits out long monologues, without any real conversation, and everyone joins him like some NPCs. After the 16th "You are very convincing indeed", I had to abandon this novel, otherwise I will die of shame, if I continue reading this.