very nice book, good job author. keep updating.
You'll notice that the people rating this novel badly are the ones who only read the few first chapters then stopped. Understandable, the MC feels like a cliched teenager at the very (very) beginning and the pace is bit slow so the story doesn't really take off immediately. BUT, it gets better and better the more you read it and I personally really like it! The MC isn't cliched at all actually and there are interesting side characters. We start seeing a bit more of the world and plot the author is developing and I, for one, got really invested....But, the updates are slow unfortunately so the enjoyment gets broken. I honestly just hope this won't be yet another unfinished novel on WN...
New favorite novel, you're killing it. I love how realistic mellali and hadjer relationship is ?, it's hard but they work it out, just in real life , hope you never stop writing. You got my support
"Game? Everything is a game, don't tell me you forgot about that Light?" Dark replied with a grinning smile.
"Good ... morning ... Mrs ... "
"Goku will be arriving in three hours, until then," the teenager pulled out a capsule and threw it on the ground, revealing a mini fridge. "here are some drinks." He and the female he was with both took a drink, but the female had appeared to have been shaking the entire time, and they both backed off clear of the mini fridge to allow the others access to the drinks. The gang all got their own drink, with the exception of Piccolo, who had kept his eyes on the new characters in the group. He had no idea of the purple haired boy, but he knew that the female was Gonan, he just wasn't sure about the story behind the situation.
'I can't believe someone realised I'm a Reindeer and not a Raccoon Dog' Chopper thought happily and was about to do his happy dance when he realised Itachi was looking at him expecting an answer.
How many people did he take under cuffs for stealing something or mugging someone while they begged him to free them, saying that they had families to feed and couldn't go to jail?
When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. We drew in deep breaths of it as we walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange hour before we melted indistinguishably into it again.
You're bundled up now, wait till you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play