Chapter 1: The Nonexistent Hardcover Book

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    Peak it's actually peak i cant believe my eyes in 2025 a peak novem
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    Many thanks for the chapter
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    lol why would he be satisfied being a fertilizer swindler
    does that mean he is still alive after becoming a fertilizer? 🤔
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      He is alive physically, but he is not himself anymore, he is mentally dead.
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    You clean blood on the floor, you die. You don't clean blood on the floor and you still die.
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    Good first chapter
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    Interesting
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    Damn, nightmare difficulty from the first chapter
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    what value did he have that was worth deceiving?
    Being from another world duh
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    The ultimate golden finger, "Can see future". Nothing is more powerful than than these type of cheat.
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      the information gap is indeed a f#cking cheat in every world
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    Alright, buckle up—this is the latest installment in the ever-expanding “guy wakes up in a murder-RPG world with a half-broken system” cinematic universe, and this time the main character’s a janitor. Not some giga-brained, sword-swinging anime messiah—just a guy, a mop, and a job that involves cleaning more blood than Quentin Tarantino’s floor manager. And I’ll admit, that’s kind of a mildly interesting spin—for about twelve seconds—until it devolves into a slow-motion pity parade breakdown about how scrubbing gore off a couple tiles is the new therapy.

    I’ll hand it a sliver of credit: it almost nails the horror vibe. It’s got the creepy ambiance, death lurking around every corner, enough candlelight to start a séance. But the author can’t stop yelling in the background like a drunk tour guide in a haunted house.

    Instead of letting the horror speak for itself—the silence, the tension, the pacing, the slow burn of dread—we get slammed with “HEY GUYS, LOOK HOW SCARY THIS IS. DO YOU FEEL THE DREAD YET?” on repeat. It’s like trying to enjoy a horror movie with someone poking you every now and then to whisper, “this part’s scary, right?”

    The dialogue sounds like a burnt out Discord mod monologuing after several failed banner pulls in a gacha game. Saul’s internal monologue flip-flops between half-baked sarcasm and bland survival angst, but neither stick. He’s either one psychotic break away from becoming interesting or just a background character who accidentally picked up the protagonist role and hasn’t figured out how to give it back.

    And don’t get me wrong, I’m not against mixing horror and meta-commentary, but this reads like someone trying to mix Hereditary and Deadpool in the same blender—tonal whiplash so hard it gave me emotional vertigo. Pick a lane: either melt my brain with dread or make me laugh at the absurdity, but don’t keep switching gears like a toddler learning how emotions work.

    That said, it’s not total garbage. I’d give it a generous 6/10. There’s potential if the author tightens the horror, deepens the mythos, and let Saul’s breakdowns feel like actual trauma, not a Tumblr post. But if it keeps coasting like this, it’s cruising towards a 3 faster than Saul can clean up the next bloodstain.
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      A superior quality reader/reviewer , i see. I personally rate you 9/10 , not 10 since nobody is perfect (even though i cannot see any flaw myself, "but,but, no one is without any flaw , right ? ", get it ? )
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