Xilt
This young master, a connoisseur of pirated novels, delights in the audacious art of acquiring literary treasures without deigning to part with his esteemed wealth.
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This young master finds great disappointment in the author's decision to excessively prolong the storyline, causing the main character to exhibit a regrettable decline in intellect. Alas, the narrative's continuous extension has led the protagonist down a regrettable path, rendering him less astute with each passing episode. One cannot help but lament the author's reluctance to propel the story forward with purpose and maintain the MC's intellectual prowess.
The inconsistency in the MC's knowledge of the plot is why I dislike it. Previously, he mentioned knowing what happened to Sona's father, an event that only occurred in the novel. The anime hasn't even reached that point yet.
This young master vehemently rejects the commonplace act of lavishing a plethora of five-star accolades. Allow me to elucidate that this discerning connoisseur aspires not to descend into the banality of indiscriminate praise. Instead, This young master endeavors to restore balance by judiciously appraising literary endeavors with a discerning eye, eschewing the ostentatious display of unbridled admiration.
This young master, in his infinite discernment, finds himself thoroughly discontented with the languid pace of the update schedule. The tale presented, while possessing merit, suffers beneath the weight of tardiness. One might argue that the narrative's brilliance is dimmed by the excruciatingly slow rhythm of release. How can a masterpiece flourish when its updates trickle like a feeble stream? My discerning taste, accustomed to the swift and timely delivery of literary excellence, is vexed by the leisurely tempo of this unfolding saga. A story, no matter its brilliance, must not be held hostage by the sluggish hands of scheduling inadequacy. Oh, the torment of a narrative constrained, like a caged phoenix denied its glorious flight! Let this discontent echo through the corridors of authorial awareness, for this young master demands the liberation of his beloved tale from the chains of procrastination.
This young master is thoroughly disheartened. The initial chapters held promise, a tapestry woven with greatness. Alas, the protagonist metamorphosed into a beta male, a dense soul oblivious to the harem whispers that echo in his very thoughts. Oh, the irony of a protagonist drowning in harem musings yet remaining impervious to their allure! It's akin to gazing upon a star-studded night sky but failing to grasp the brilliance within. The young master yearns for the return of the once-promising narrative, shackled now by the chains of a protagonist lost in the labyrinth of his own inadequacies.
The young master finds himself utterly dismayed, discovering a DxD devoid of its cherished harem—a travesty akin to crafting a pizza bereft of cheese! This woeful tale bears a title indicative of its pitiful state: 'I Don't Know What to Do with This Sh*tty Novel, So I Just Drag It On Purpose. Oh, KonoSuba Seems Fun.' A literary misstep, an affront to refined tastes. Alas, the young master weeps for the wasted potential, a symphony of disappointment echoing through the literary realm."