In the 1970s: Picking Up a Madman as My Husband - Reviews

Came read this because I thought it would be like greatest of all time but I was disappointed he is mediocre like he has no special skill to him he gets ball stolen from can’ score like the list goes on

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Hi I just want to ask before I start reading this will there be ntr? I've read from other reviews that mc's women gets grope

Overall a good read would love to read more of this. I hope that there are frequent updates. The chapters being locked after chapter 5 was a surprise but I feel like it is worth it.

This book is nothing new, it’s a young master who used to be a genius, who is now looked down upon in his clan. He gets a grandpa in a ring, a legendary technique etc.At the same time it seems like everyone is hostile to him for no reason, the clan members, the guards, shopkeepers, and so on, just so he can do some face slapping later on.I do however like that he doesn’t just kills every one he meets. A few of the characters, like his disabled uncle and the fourth elder of his clan are kinda like able as well.Don’t get me wrong, the story is trash, but it’s readable trash, which is a lot better than most of the new stories here.

It has a dungeon vibe, but thats all. The writing is weird sometimes, with typos there and there, the characters are bidimensional and the story goes too fast, making any evolution in characters akward. The main character is a secondary character and the story is writen in first person in present, a curious choice, but also harder to use. To be fair I only read a third of the book, mainly because a got bored. Is very light, but this factor is more of a personal taste. The main character is also extremly naive, and aparently everyone is. If you want a light non complex  dungeon "theme" novel, this would do the trick, but not very good otherwise.

The most bewildering part were her eyes, wide open—as if she had been roused—but lacked any sense of cognizance. The colouration of her irises were reminiscent of an intense charcoal-like hue, which slowly subsided to its original emerald green.

"I don't know if that's sweet or insulting to that friend," Annabeth says wryly.

Elementary - Metal : 68/68

  The gangsters had noticed that their attention was now mostly focused on me, and they too turned to run, they were probably imagining I was going to hold the cultists off for them to escape.

"Sungguh".

The other hunters were resting near the side; he understood that the battle must have ended.