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.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
