I read up to chapter 14.
Writing style: Dramatic Lama! If it can be written dramatically, it will be!
Meanwhile, MC could be described as dramatic OP emo.
Dramatically, his family was killed right before his eyes.
He was killed dramatically, while the bad guy explains that this is the end.
Bla bla dramatically, bla bla.
Dramatically, he cried, feeling pain that nobody has ever felt.
Bla bla dramatically, bla bla.
Dramatically, he got his hand bitten off, noticing it was gone only when he looked down at it.
Blah blah, dramatic blah.
Every scene tries to be that moment in movies where music plays or it moves in slow motion, or when silence stretches before a loud scream!
While there is nothing wrong with having dramatic scenes, when you have chapter after chapter after chapter of dramatic everything, you not only lose the dramatic feel, but the novel begins to read as a comedy.
There is a reason why nobody takes drama queens seriously. There is a reason why Drama Queens are a joke.
Too dramatic for my tastes, and there are too many unanswered questions. Judging by other reviews, those questions aren't answered even after 100 chapters.
I recommend this novel to dramatic lamas and drama queens! Meanwhile, I'll be fleeing before I start painting my nails black and gloomily looking at everything while muttering: "Nobody understands me, I have such deep feelings!"
The following are some dramatic sentences with spoilers:
"But eventually, my dreaded laughter had turned into the loud and wretched wails of a boy who was now in pain... A pain that very few would have experienced."/ just hours before, all humanity was killed off in brutal way, but only he can feel this special snowflake pain! XD
"Even though I was crying, it was not because of my family's death, the death of my closest friend, nor was it due to the death of my girlfriend in the hands of those disgusting, deplorable aliens.
Instead, I was simply crying out of agony.
I felt in pain.
The pressure of wanting to survive.
The adrenaline streamed through me for so long that I had become numb to its effects.
The fear of death hitting me at every corner and turn. It might have seemed selfish, but at the moment, I could only care about myself and nothing else."
"'Why would home make me feel like I was looking into an empty void, where I was but a speck in the infinite cosmos, floating around without any weight... Any meaning... Any help.'"
"Was this going to be the end?
Was I really going to fail everyone and everything that had ever believed in me?
Am I really going to die in vain, just like everyone else?
Was this... Was this really the end?"
"I could feel an unrelenting rage build up and boil within my very blood.
The rage was like nothing I had ever felt before, and even though I could understand where it had been coming from, I didn't understand why it was so intense.
A piercing, destructive and chaotic killing intent began to seep out of every pore in my body until I was finally enveloped in a dense red aura."
