I don’t even want to speculate about what kind of people you are.
If you’re a genuine reader doing these things, then I think you’re brain-dead.
If you’re the author’s alt account pulling this crap, then I think you’re a pathetic loser who deserves to rot like a sewer rat.
If you’re a hired troll, then I hope every penny you earn goes toward buying your mother’s coffin.
As for the others lurking with alt accounts to stir the pot, I won’t even bother calling you out—you know who you are. Some money comes with a curse, and I fear you won’t even afford a coffin later.
Genuine critical reviews are easy to spot—they focus on plot and character flaws. But what is this nonsense you’re doing?
Since when do real readers have this much free time?
Pretty sure you’re the same person who reported me last time, huh?
Instead of wasting energy on this, why not put it into writing your own book? Why insist on being a rat? Seeing your antics at midnight is worse than spotting a rodent—it’s like watching a parade of ghouls.
The timing of your attacks is suspicious, all popping up a day ago, right when my stats started climbing. Couldn’t even bother changing your script? At least put some effort into your performance.
None of your “criticism” even appears in my comment section—you only dare to reply under others’ comments because it won’t show on your profile. How many authors have you sabotaged with these tricks?
And those alt accounts whose profiles are nothing but one-star reviews for new books? Yeah, I won’t even dignify that with an explanation.
I can accept honest criticism about flaws in this book, but I won’t tolerate you disgusting filth poisoning the experience for me and new readers.
Accusing me of hiring trolls? Hilarious. I’m too broke for that—I wouldn’t even know where to find people to brigade. Unlike you, who’s clearly a seasoned pro. If I could afford trolls, would I even be dealing with your garbage?
Even if you succeed in tanking my work, it won’t magically make your trash fire, rat-boy.
Sweating bullets at midnight watching someone else’s stats rise, huh?
Clutching your phone, green with envy?
Boo hoo, what’s the matter? You just can’t catch a break, can you? No matter how my book performs, at least I’m not a spineless rat. Did your mother never teach you better, or was the orphanage where the male lead grew up missing a resident?
A word of advice: karma’s a bitch. Try earning some decency, pal.
—Ranting to fill word count.
Ugh, still not at 1,000 words. So annoying. Haven’t been this pissed in ages.
Normally, I’d reflect on criticism to see where I can improve. I’ve taken a lot of flak upfront and adjusted my mindset. The male-oriented genre is new to me, and I’m open to feedback.
But this is a free story on Tomato Novels. You can offer suggestions, but acting like I murdered your whole family over a free book? That’s beyond my comprehension. Normal people can’t relate.
Maybe I’ve been spoiled by smooth sailing in female-oriented fiction for too long. Facing this kind of toxicity, it’s hard to stay calm. Midnight rage has me wishing for supernatural intervention.
Suddenly, it’s 4 AM, and I’m wide awake.
This book’s been targeted since its featured debut. After getting shadowbanned, the stats tanked. Just as traffic picked up on Sunday—with readers saying they found me through recommendations—along comes the book-test promo, and boom, the demons return. What did I even do to deserve this?
One more round of this, and I might quit. I’m exhausted. I don’t want my first Tomato book to end unfinished, though. I’ll try to push through.
Goodnight.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
