Webnovel Feedback Roasts For the Fearless

Notrix

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I read three chapters of your webnovel, and I genuinely regret it—because that was, without exaggeration, the most boring thing I’ve read in a long, long time. So boring, in fact, that four days ago I opened that link, read the synopsis, saw the first chapter, and went to play RimWorld for four consecutive evenings straight. And, that overdone to death three colonists falling to a rimworld setup I had done 10+ times was more interesting than this. The whole thing about this webnovel felt like a creative tapeworm, feeding off tropes that died years ago, while dragging itself through a plot so uneventful it could be legally classified as sedation.

Just look at the damn title: Become the Strongest with Gacha Skill. You may as well have called it Search Engine Bait: The Series. It's derivative in the way a knockoff is derivative of another knockoff, the kind of title that sounds like it came from a random CN generator built to exploit the shadiest corners of Faloo's algorithm. And, somehow the synopsis manages to be worse. It's so basic, that I can't call it basic, more like a x6 components under the water inside a lake, while it rains, while outdoors, deteriorating 8 durability a day. It just sits there, waterlogged and rusting, like a forgotten piece of material in a humid biome. You had aimed for the land, but you landed on obituary. There’s not even enough self-awareness to look a like a parody, no sense of awareness that it's so derivative that no one besides ultra bored dudes who don't have RimWorld in their work PC would read it. It’s not that the synopsis is playing it safe—I just can see that it’s too dull to even realize it’s supposed to be playing.

But what really fries my patience is this: even if you had some ideas buried in this story, you presented them in such an LLM-core fashion that they come off as pre-chewed nutrient paste. I read it, and I didn’t hear a voice—I heard The Butler. You know, the classic overly-helpful assistant who tells you things you never asked for in a tone that’s half job interview and half coma. This is what I call a systemic failure of storytelling, where everything, from the sentence construction to the pacing to the characterization, actively resists the reader's ability to enjoy the work. It's not laziness, because I can see the some kind of effort in the text. But it's misplaced. Like a 9-yo colonist kid who botched to make a bed and tried to convince everyone it’s a chair.

The most annoying part is that titular Gacha system—the one thing that might’ve saved this mess—doesn’t even exist by the end of Chapter 3. That’s like writing a story called How I Became a Vampire King and forgetting to put vampires in it. A “slow start” doesn’t work when the entire pitch is based around a gimmick. Readers come to webnovels with expectations. This isn’t your MFA workshop where you can pad the first 30,000 words with introspection and weather metaphors. People came for the Gacha. They came to see it break things. They came to see the MC roll something absurd, exploit it, and become interesting because of how they handled that absurdity. Instead, what they got was worldbuilding stew and a protagonist whose defining character trait is being worse than a pawn in RimWorld.

That leads me to immersion, or more specifically, the lack thereof. The synopsis misleads hard enough to doublecheck into laziness, the pacing flattens because of a synopsis failure, and the MC named Ray might as well be named Beige Wallpaper. You don’t open with worldbuilding in a webnovel unless the character is the world. You go character first, action second, world third. It’s not just convention I preach—it’s the only structure that lets readers care long enough to push through the opening chapters. And what did you do? You gave me a world map, a glossary, and a training montage with no stakes, all before I knew what Ray wanted, feared, or dreamed of. That’s sure as hell is not a slow burn.

Ray actually could have been interesting. He has enough backstory for a separate novel, and honestly, the “no skill, just grit” angle would’ve worked better without the Gacha gimmick being bolted on like some marketing intern screamed “Put lootboxes in it!” at the last minute. The Gacha element doesn’t feel integrated. It feels like a shell, slapped on top of a story that was already finished, and that shell shattered the second I started asking, “Wait, where is this Gacha system?”

Now, let’s talk prose. You’re half-human and half-The Butler. It’s painfully obvious. Every third sentence is trying to audition for a quote-of-the-day calendar. You drop tricolons like they're seasoning, unaware that they only work when the rhythm of the sentence needs that escalation, like I do in these roasts. I saw em-dashes thrown in like someone discovered them yesterday and decided every thought needed a dramatic interruption. That kind of a em-dashing only works when that information is 100% is needed right here, right now, but you have all the damn time in storytelling, so why you use them at all? And at last, the metaphors. My god, the metaphors. They’re not evocative, they’re in the group called cringe cosplay. It’s like you’ve heard good writers use metaphors to deepen meaning and thought, and you went, “Ah, yes—time to compare sadness to stale coffee and hope no one notices I’m stalling.”

Let me be clear: rhetorical techniques aren’t bad. When used right, they elevate a narrator’s voice, especially in first-person or limited third. But that only works when the narrator is the character. You’re writing in omniscient or distant third, and yet you’re trying to inject rhetorical gravitas into the narrator’s voice like it’s supposed to carry the story. It doesn’t. It feels fake, hollow, emotionally manipulative in a way that isn’t even charming. In storytelling, persuasion doesn’t come from sounding persuasive—it comes from sounding real. And what you’ve written doesn’t feel like a story is happening—it feels like someone giving a TED Talk about a story that might one day happen.

You tried to fake immersion with narratorial weight, but here’s the thing—you’re not Cicero delivering Pro Milone. Sure, he might fumbled that IRL, like you did with this webnovel, but his written version was top notch enough for people to remember it for two thousand damn years. You’re a webnovel writer trying to hook a dopamine-deprived reader before they click to the next tab. The second your prose loses credibility, be it a bad idea, bad execution, or bad characterization, you’ve lost them. And, you've lost your credibility at the synopsis, when I went to play RimWorld instead of writing this long ass monologue. You clearly don’t understand consequences your storytelling tools yet. You're using advanced rhetorical gear like a kid swinging Excalibur and missing the target. These are tools of nuance, not blunt force. But every time I read a line that’s trying to be poignant, it lands with the grace of a cat hitting a windowpane.

For me, this is a case study in misplaced intent. You’re chasing the tone of high-brow prose while trapped in the skeleton of low-stakes genre fiction, and instead of resolving that conflict, you’ve leaned into both until neither works. You’ve got the soul of a bootleg light novel buried in the coat of literary ambition, and the result is a creative corpse that can’t decide if it wants to impress a professor or bait algorithmic engagement.

You want to do better? Then strip the nonsense. Pick one tone. Look at JP and KR storytelling about modern era dungeons, and compare their sentencing rules with yours. Show me a protagonist who wants something. Deliver the damn Gacha skill in chapter two at max. Give me action that has real consequence. Cut the decorative language unless it flows through the character’s voice. And for the love of all that is sacred in Dao of Storytelling: remember that readers don’t keep reading because the writing is smart. They keep reading because it’s alive. Right now, yours isn’t, chief. Do better.
Not regret having you reviewed my web novel.
Thank you, commander!?

I really should have cut to the chase in two chapters after all, instead of a whole arc.
 
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Tempokai

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COME at my hot mess of wish fulfilment, Excluding the Illegal stuff, that's just creative liberty now.
LINK to the Book 2 (New One)

I read three chapters of your story, and I can confidently say: this was born in an LLM, raised in an LLM, and then duct-taped together by a human who glanced at it once before uploading it with the tragic optimism of someone hoping that no one would notice that giant hole under the carpet called a "webnovel". And no, I don’t mean that in a charming, “look what AI can do now!” kind of way, I mean it in the soulless, predictable, forcing rumination about future of storytelling on a reader kind of way. The text feels like it’s been parsed through three content filters that those shady corpos had put and a word cloud generator, and then polished by someone who thought parallel structure meant literary genius. No, I'm not exaggerating.

This webnovel is the storytelling equivalent of a salad bar with 48 toppings but no lettuce. Every "fantasy smut for unemployed bastards" tropes are present. Cathedral, fantasy kingdom in the middle of a desert, mysterious nun? Check. BDSM, masochist, adultery tags and many more? Check, check, check—but none of it means anything properly. The symbolic structure, when looking rhetorically, are not connected tightly at all. In other words, every trope undermines each other in a way that readers don't care about anything in the story.

You committed the cardinal sin: you baited readers with the promise of fantasy BDSM smut involving a nun, if I look at the tags below the synopsis, and instead delivered three chapters of “what if a textbook about 1980s fantasy stories got sentimental.” Synopsis was so bad, telling me nothing about the story, that I couldn't take it seriously even after looking at the tags. That synopsis doesn't sound like a smut at all, more like a teenager's first attempt at writing fantasy story. But sure, I need to focus on the story itself, right? So I pressed read.

I couldn’t recall a single line from your story ten minutes after finishing it. I remember drinking water. I remember a statue. I remember nuns doing synchronized arm motions. That’s it. You wrote paragraphs upon paragraphs and left nothing for me to analyze seriously. Not because the writing was bad—but because it was aggressively, mercilessly average. So painfully boring, so painfully blatant that it was The Butler, so middle-of-the-road that my brain glazed over in self-defense. It’s gray goo fiction, where everything is just edible enough to be technically writing, but none of it has flavor, and that gray goo wants to eat me instead because it's NANOMACHINES, SON. It wants to convert me too into writing like The Butler.

There’s no bad in your story, because bad requires intention. With this story you didn’t choose bad. Hell, you didn’t choose anything for that matter. You probably thought "hey, The Butler helped me with grammar, surely he can help with sentences themselves!" And lo, he chose, The Average Dao. The Path of Predictableness According To My Data. The Way of the Efficiency. Your Butler—ChatGPT or otherwise—wrote the story for you and you nodded and said, “Yes, this is literature.” But the Butler doesn’t know why it’s writing. The Butler has no idea what BDSM means. The Butler just copies patterns and throws in tricolons because it saw one trillions of speeches, and his favorite data in something that sounded poetic, like this: "the Mother Reverend had been a constant—unchanging, radiant, timeless".

Oh, the tricolons. Every third or fourth sentence, another little trio of words arrives. “Soft, warm, and sacred.” “Breathless, empty, and still.” It’s the literary form of that one guy who learned the word juxtaposition and then used it in every high school essay. You’ve peppered the entire thing with these triads like they’re seasoning, but overused seasoning kills a dish. They aren’t adding beauty. They’re not enhancing the tone. They’re screaming, “LOOK AT ME, I LEARNED THIS PATTERN,” over and over until the rhythm itself becomes a parody. You know who learned this pattern? The Butler. Not you, because you didn't choose it, remember?

The metaphors are no better. “The city stirred with quiet life.” “The moonlight bathed her like a shroud.” “Time slipped like water from a worn basin.” That last one? Straight from the machine. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it being generated myself by The Butler when I was tinkering with it. When the metaphors don't add anything towards the immersion, they're simply fake decorations you put on the item. In other words, empty calories. And in that webnovel it's worse, it doesn’t connect to anything. The metaphors don’t add to mood or deepen character. They’re there to make the story seem meaningful.

You don’t get points for beautiful sentences if those sentences don’t do anything. And you sure as hell don’t get points for genre tags you don’t deliver on. There’s no BDSM here. There’s no reverse harem. There’s not even the hint of a sexual undercurrent you've advertised with the "smut" label. All I saw was just cold, dry scenes filtered through sanctified adjectives and sterile, emotionless narration. A story like this should have readers biting their lips, shifting in their seats, burning with anticipation, even if it's opening chapters where nothing but introduction happens. Hell, even with fantasy standards, without smut it still falls flat, because the implied author behind the narrator overestimates reader's engagement with the characters.

Your story breaks every one of the narrative pillars I use to judge whether something is worth a damn. It has no stakes, no artful persuasion, no build up, no proper characters to follow, no proper authorial voice. And finally, no narrative promise kept. "Creative liberty", my ass.

If your English isn’t strong—fine. No shame in using a tool to help write, but if you’re going to publish what is clearly AI-generated scaffolding with a few edits and expect people to read it seriously, deeply, and with critical attention, then you are demanding far more than you have earned. You're asking readers to pretend this is a story born of vision instead of sitting two hours in a chat, writing towards a lobotomized LLM, and then asking it to do everything from title to fixing the sentences you've cobbled together into LLM grade paragraphs again. That's the cycle of futility when you don't know that someone out there will use their pattern recognition and say to you bluntly that you can't fool anyone.

I don't have any advice for you. Given that you made me write this text for two hours, and it was not even remotely fun, doing this out of boredom, wasting my time, just go away now. Don't write nothingburgers for 3 chapters straight.
 

amirhosseinb1

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I can't wait for you to review my novel.
 

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Are you one of those brave souls who believe your manuscript is teetering on perfection but still wake up at 3 a.m. knowing deep down it’s a disaster? Good. You’re my favorite kind of writer. I’m here to roast your work—scorch it until the ashes look usable. Think of me as the Gordon Ramsay of prose, minus the condescension and fake praise. If your story’s dialogue sounds like two malfunctioning robots reciting a phrasebook, or your pacing moves like a snail overdosed on melatonin, I’ll say so. And you’ll thank me. (Eventually.)

I won’t pat your ego or whisper empty affirmations about how your “raw passion” is shining through. I’ll wield my critiques like a rusty spork and perform open-heart surgery on your prose—messy, necessary, and unforgettable. Don’t worry; you’ll survive. Growth always hurts. But so does realizing your novel reads like someone fell asleep on a keyboard.

If you think your manuscript is ready for tough love, I’ll give it to you straight—no sugar, no spoon. You’ll cry, sure, but you’ll also crawl out of the wreckage stronger. Because what doesn’t kill your manuscript will absolutely make it publishable.

Think you can handle it? Drop your link below. Let’s fix your words before they become tomorrow’s filler on this website.
I wanna be roasted so hard!!
 

Soulforged_k

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Are you one of those brave souls who believe your manuscript is teetering on perfection but still wake up at 3 a.m. knowing deep down it’s a disaster? Good. You’re my favorite kind of writer. I’m here to roast your work—scorch it until the ashes look usable. Think of me as the Gordon Ramsay of prose, minus the condescension and fake praise. If your story’s dialogue sounds like two malfunctioning robots reciting a phrasebook, or your pacing moves like a snail overdosed on melatonin, I’ll say so. And you’ll thank me. (Eventually.)

I won’t pat your ego or whisper empty affirmations about how your “raw passion” is shining through. I’ll wield my critiques like a rusty spork and perform open-heart surgery on your prose—messy, necessary, and unforgettable. Don’t worry; you’ll survive. Growth always hurts. But so does realizing your novel reads like someone fell asleep on a keyboard.

If you think your manuscript is ready for tough love, I’ll give it to you straight—no sugar, no spoon. You’ll cry, sure, but you’ll also crawl out of the wreckage stronger. Because what doesn’t kill your manuscript will absolutely make it publishable.

Think you can handle it? Drop your link below. Let’s fix your words before they become tomorrow’s filler on this website.
Please roast mine:

The Final Rebellion
 

Tempokai

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Well considering that I have little to lose....outside of some tears....
Let me know what you think. I'm not a great wordsmith but I hope my ideas aren't too scatterbrained.
Thanks!

I read three chapters of your so-called military fiction, and let me tell you right now: this is not how you write milfic. This is not how you write by accident. Certainly not how on a dare. Sure as hell not in some Isekai’d dreamland where furries get airlifted by tiltrotors and tactical comms are installed before the plumbing. You’ve somehow managed to take the unkillable Frankenstein beast that is "modern soldiers in a fantasy setting" and smother it in a pillow of your own prose. To say it was subversion of expectations would be insult towards subversions. If I had to classify, it would be a subversion of interest.

And yes, I fell asleep. Twice. While writing this roast, yesterday and day before. I had the webnovel link opened on my shitty laptop I'm currently borrowing for three days straight. Do you know how soul-numbing that is? That I, already braced for literary trauma I expose myself every week, had to physically reboot my brain mid-paragraph because your opening was so aggressively uneventful, so saturated in prefab trope-sludge, that it knocked me out like a bottle of NyQuil dissolved in room-temperature Monster Energy? That’s the real review right there. That’s the average reader response for me.

This opening is a masterclass in how to fail at context delivery. A case study. Something I’d show to creative writing students with a serious trigger warning. You start with the audacity of parachuting professional soldiers into Fantasy Costco without a single ounce of effort explaining why they're there. Who sent them? How? For what purpose? Where did Kyle order the comms? Was there an Isekai UPS involved? Did a Portal Fairy show up with a spreadsheet? These are the basic questions your reader needs answered—not because they’re picky, but because your entire premise depends on it.

But instead of that, you decided to open with a scene so trite and so void of tension, I thought you were ironically parodying the genre. Diesel—who I assume named himself after a gas station and a protein shake—shows up, does his choreographed spy drama cosplay, and then yeets a bunch of guards with military handwavium that’s neither earned nor explained. You know what else wasn't earned? The synopsis already spoiling the twist. That’s right. You committed the cardinal sin of writing fantasy with a "surprise modern element" and then announced the surprise in your synopsis like a party clown announcing his hiding place in a game of hide-and-seek.

Synopses are paratext. They set expectations. They frame the story’s logic. You told the reader exactly what was going to happen, and then Chapter One showed up, swaggering like it had something to reveal—only for it to show out the exact thing we already knew was coming. It's like watching a magician pull a rabbit out of a hat after loudly telling the audience, “There’s a rabbit in this hat, it’s alive, and I’m gonna pull it out in 3… 2…”

Worse still? The prose itself is the unmistakable residue of an LLM-generated sludge smeared on top of a human written text. Or in reverse, because the boundary is so murky it all turns into the intentionless slop. You know the type: buzzwords for style, placeholder metaphors, a rhythm so mechanical it might as well beep. The synopsis reads like it was written by someone trying to impress a board member in a failing startup for an AI content mill. That antiseptic, corporate creative tone permeates with the occasional blatant rot pestered around the mass that is your webnovel. I can confidently say synopsis for this webnovel was 100% ChatGPT 4o generated, while 30-40% of the sentences were LLM "enhanced" in some way. And if that wasn’t painful enough, Chapter Two makes its grand entrance—by which I mean it stumbles out of the closet in a pair of mismatched boots and falls on its face in front of the entire crowd.

Chapter Two is the literary equivalent of a Tumblr moodboard. It’s a half-page slice-of-life filler reel that doesn’t just break the momentum—it murders it, buries it, and erects a memorial statue that reads: Here lies the reader’s interest, killed by a bus scene and a Beastkin sneezing. This chapter doesn’t even pretend to belong in a novel. It’s a cutscene. A discarded TikTok skit. A drunken text sent to the Muse who blocked you afterwards.

And just when you think the story might be attempting to climb back out of the grave, Chapter Three dives in wearing the skin of Chapter Two like Buffalo Bill in a fursuit. It’s long. It’s dramatic. It wants to be emotional. But, there's always a but, you haven’t earned it. You have dumped lore and trauma and acronyms without ever establishing a coherent logos—the logical framework that justifies the world we’re supposed to care about. What is this place? Why does it have soldiers? Why are the Beastkin oppressed and then suddenly high-tech? Why is Kyle the Messiah? I don’t know, and you clearly didn’t think I needed to.

Here’s the thing: slow openings can work, but only if the logic is there. Only if the reader is invited into the world, shown its context, introduced to stakes, and guided by proper implied author behind the scenes. But you assume the reader knows everything already, that we’re tuned into your internal schema. That we care about Shara’s trauma or Grey’s dead son before we’ve been shown why their world matters. A rookie mistake, really.

Instead of making the process of showing emotions slowly enough to matter, you tried to force pathos—raw emotion—on top of a fractured and unearned foundation. You attempted to sell me war tragedy without giving me a reason to care about the war. You served me grief pie before baking the plot crust. What do you think happens when pathos arrives before logos? Disconnection. Readers feel manipulated instead of moved. They check out. Or worse: they roast you.

Which brings me back to the ultimate sin of your first three chapters: you failed to persuade. That’s all writing is, in the end—an act of persuasion. A performance that isn't a really a performance. You’re trying to convince someone to keep reading. You failed that test by Chapter Two, because you made it THAT short.

So, to summarize for your next draft:
Your world makes no sense.
Your logic is missing.
Your synopsis ruins your twist.
Your pacing is borked.
Your military fantasy fusion is a chaotic mess with no adhesive.
And your characters are 90% exposition and 10% edgy nicknames.

If you want to write milfic in a fantasy land, great. But you need to do the work. You need to establish your premise like you're explaining it to a skeptical reader with a 3-second attention span. You need to walk us into your world, not push us into a tactical op brief and assume we’ll swim. Telling is not a crime. It's just another way of conveying information, context in your case. If I, a reader deliberately trying to give you a chance, couldn’t stay awake through three chapters, who to say, will an average disinterested reader make it past the first paragraph? I'd say no.
 

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your opening was so aggressively uneventful, so saturated in prefab trope-sludge, that it knocked me out like a bottle of NyQuil dissolved in room-temperature Monster Energy?
erects a memorial statue that reads: Here lies the reader’s interest, killed by a bus scene and a Beastkin sneezing. This chapter doesn’t even pretend to belong in a novel. It’s a cutscene. A discarded TikTok skit. A drunken text sent to the Muse who blocked you afterwards.
Tempokai never misses.

Also, I think the author didn't bother with premise or lore because this is the third story he's made in that universe. It's generally not a good idea to give your readers homework when they want to give your story a chance.
 

Tempokai

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These three users had been only for two weeks in this website, and never returned again. These roasts will be short and will be written in the style of notes I take before writing a proper roast because I don't have any obligations.
Hi, this is my first ever novel. It's nothing extraordinary, but it's something I work hard on. Please toast it. Much love.
"Sadly, this book didn't pass contract application, so I wanted to make a new one and try again." And lo, it died. The three chapters I glanced at were typical CN looking drivel, but at least it persuaded me to read past three chapters, compared to most stories in this thread. Too bad that those three chapters were nothingburger slice of life type of storytelling, which is great for binging, but not great for retention for those who analyze the stories deeply. Basically, pacing suffers because of genre conventions, characterization suffers because of CN like storytelling, and is perfectly average in such "got cheat become OP" scenario stories. Anyone who read 100 of those stories could replicate it, if you want to suffer for money. At least the quality of prose is good enough to pass the time with casually... which is again, if this story had more chapters to read. This story is a failure of the author, who lost WN contract, and because there was no monetary incentive to continue writing, and that's why it was abandoned. Meh.


Roast it! :ROFLMAO:?

Echoes of Transcendence? More like "I asked ChatGPT to give me a title and this is what was the first thing on the list", and it's pure cringe. Just google this fucking thing and you'll see:
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And that's just a small snipped of things that were with this title from 2023 and beyond, when ChatGPT 3 was released, which liked such "grandiose" sounding titles for fantasy-esque whatever. Just bruh. Chapters themselves are bruh too. Just glancing at three chapters, I can see that "Editing and grammatical correction has been done by Ai" as a disclaimer is a lie, because there's total onslaught of empty metaphors slapped on almost every paragraph, and LLM sounding sentence structure is too visible, and I can say that it was edited very poorly by LLM. Anyways, story itself is forgettable, uninteresting, and doesn't give any expectations for anything interesting to happen. Too much talk and too little of interesting things happening. Context is overloaded with the dialogue, and it more reads like a script for a film rather than a webnovel. Too much emphasis on the dialogue tags to drive the emotions makes it cringe to read, breaking the flow. Meeeeeh.

'ello, I'm back with a new story that I'm hoping to get roasted on. I've incorporated a lot of the criticism I received last time and I hope this one is better (it should be considering how low of a bar I set).


32 views. Probably 35 after I checked. Chapter 2 had ZERO views, and it tells me everything I need to know. As a draft, it's completely okay, but as a fanfic I don't see any itch that's scratched by this "fanfic". "Fanfiction exists to scratch an itch; if it fails to do so, it fails to matter". The “itch” is that space between what canon gave and what people desperately need, and I don't see any itch scratched with Adam Smasher having Broly Super Saiyajin like badonkas to smash people with. Also, that first chapter was confusing for me, so I disengaged right after POV shift to some non cyberpunk dude happened. I understand the hackery and shootery cyberpunky stuff, but suddenly shifting the POV into confused nobody was strange. Can't say nothing because this story is so obscure, writing cursory analysis about this story feels like a gravedigging in the middle of nowhere in Webnovel Graveyard, fearing that the gravekeepers of old will arrive and put me in NovelUpdates prison with better stories to read than in that graveyard.

What connects these three webnovels is that they've been made during summer vacation season. They've popped up like mushrooms in the wild, sprouted in the rotting wood, and once drought (real life) came back again, they shriveled up, releasing spores of creativity for the next year and disappeared back into the forest. I understand them, life sucks, amateur free hobbies suck, and this hobby in particular sucks the most out of all of these hobbies. It takes more time than watching paint dry, takes more skill points to allocate into than a typical hobby, and takes taste to make it just right so it is palatable for some bored people on the internet. People will come and go, making their contributions to the site, unaware that their mistakes and glories will be sat down and at least thought about fully for hours an end, thinking, "why this story exists?", or "why this was made, what's the intent?", or whatever else to make that random dude's head spin. And at the end, the answer is always stupid, something like "because I want to". And that's the beauty of these unfinishable projects.
 
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These three users had been only for two weeks in this website, and never returned again. These roasts will be short and will be written in the style of notes I take before writing a proper roast because I don't have any obligations.

"Sadly, this book didn't pass contract application, so I wanted to make a new one and try again." And lo, it died. The three chapters I glanced at were typical CN looking drivel, but at least it persuaded me to read past three chapters, compared to most stories in this thread. Too bad that those three chapters were nothingburger slice of life type of storytelling, which is great for binging, but not great for retention for those who analyze the stories deeply. Basically, pacing suffers because of genre conventions, characterization suffers because of CN like storytelling, and is perfectly average in such "got cheat become OP" scenario stories. Anyone who read 100 of those stories could replicate it, if you want to suffer for money. At least the quality of prose is good enough to pass the time with casually... which is again, if this story had more chapters to read. This story is a failure of the author, who lost WN contract, and because there was no monetary incentive to continue writing, and that's why it was abandoned. Meh.



Echoes of Transcendence? More like "I asked ChatGPT to give me a title and this is what was the first thing on the list", and it's pure cringe. Just google this fucking thing and you'll see:
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And that's just a small snipped of things that were with this title from 2023 and beyond, when ChatGPT 3 was released, which liked such "grandiose" sounding titles for fantasy-esque whatever. Just bruh. Chapters themselves are bruh too. Just glancing at three chapters, I can see that "Editing and grammatical correction has been done by Ai" as a disclaimer is a lie, because there's total onslaught of empty metaphors slapped on almost every paragraph, and LLM sounding sentence structure is too visible, and I can say that it was edited very poorly by LLM. Anyways, story itself is forgettable, uninteresting, and doesn't give any expectations for anything interesting to happen. Too much talk and too little of interesting things happening. Context is overloaded with the dialogue, and it more reads like a script for a film rather than a webnovel. Too much emphasis on the dialogue tags to drive the emotions makes it cringe to read, breaking the flow. Meeeeeh.



32 views. Probably 35 after I checked. Chapter 2 had ZERO views, and it tells me everything I need to know. As a draft, it's completely okay, but as a fanfic I don't see any itch that's scratched by this "fanfic". "Fanfiction exists to scratch an itch; if it fails to do so, it fails to matter". The “itch” is that space between what canon gave and what people desperately need, and I don't see any itch scratched with Adam Smasher having Broly Super Saiyajin like badonkas to smash people with. Also, that first chapter was confusing for me, so I disengaged right after POV shift to some non cyberpunk dude happened. I understand the hackery and shootery cyberpunky stuff, but suddenly shifting the POV into confused nobody was strange. Can't say nothing because this story is so obscure, writing cursory analysis about this story feels like a gravedigging in the middle of nowhere in Webnovel Graveyard, fearing that the gravekeepers of old will arrive and put me in NovelUpdates prison with better stories to read than in that graveyard.

What connects these three webnovels is that they've been made during summer vacation season. They've popped up like mushrooms in the wild, sprouted in the rotting wood, and once drought (real life) came back again, they shriveled up, releasing spores of creativity for the next year and disappeared back into the forest. I understand them, life sucks, amateur free hobbies suck, and this hobby in particular sucks the most out of all of these hobbies. It takes more time than watching paint dry, takes more skill points to allocate into than a typical hobby, and takes taste to make it just right so it is palatable for some bored people on the internet. People will come and go, making their contributions to the site, unaware that their mistakes and glories will be sat down and at least thought about fully for hours an end, thinking, "why this story exists?", or "why this was made, what's the intent?", or whatever else to make that random dude's head spin. And at the end, the answer is always stupid, something like "because I want to". And that's the beauty of these unfinishable projects.
wait, roll the fuck back... Adam smasher with tits?
I see you have a stomach, you can read through anything... awesome, and scary at the same time.
Where the hell is that meteor?
 

Anonjohn20

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wait, roll the fuck back... Adam smasher with tits?
I see you have a stomach, you can read through anything... awesome, and scary at the same time.
Where the hell is that meteor?
When a bad story is especially egregious, the legendary roaster cleanses his mind and soul with RimWorld and Blue Archive.
 

Unit_301

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These three users had been only for two weeks in this website, and never returned again. These roasts will be short and will be written in the style of notes I take before writing a proper roast because I don't have any obligations.

"Sadly, this book didn't pass contract application, so I wanted to make a new one and try again." And lo, it died. The three chapters I glanced at were typical CN looking drivel, but at least it persuaded me to read past three chapters, compared to most stories in this thread. Too bad that those three chapters were nothingburger slice of life type of storytelling, which is great for binging, but not great for retention for those who analyze the stories deeply. Basically, pacing suffers because of genre conventions, characterization suffers because of CN like storytelling, and is perfectly average in such "got cheat become OP" scenario stories. Anyone who read 100 of those stories could replicate it, if you want to suffer for money. At least the quality of prose is good enough to pass the time with casually... which is again, if this story had more chapters to read. This story is a failure of the author, who lost WN contract, and because there was no monetary incentive to continue writing, and that's why it was abandoned. Meh.



Echoes of Transcendence? More like "I asked ChatGPT to give me a title and this is what was the first thing on the list", and it's pure cringe. Just google this fucking thing and you'll see:
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And that's just a small snipped of things that were with this title from 2023 and beyond, when ChatGPT 3 was released, which liked such "grandiose" sounding titles for fantasy-esque whatever. Just bruh. Chapters themselves are bruh too. Just glancing at three chapters, I can see that "Editing and grammatical correction has been done by Ai" as a disclaimer is a lie, because there's total onslaught of empty metaphors slapped on almost every paragraph, and LLM sounding sentence structure is too visible, and I can say that it was edited very poorly by LLM. Anyways, story itself is forgettable, uninteresting, and doesn't give any expectations for anything interesting to happen. Too much talk and too little of interesting things happening. Context is overloaded with the dialogue, and it more reads like a script for a film rather than a webnovel. Too much emphasis on the dialogue tags to drive the emotions makes it cringe to read, breaking the flow. Meeeeeh.



32 views. Probably 35 after I checked. Chapter 2 had ZERO views, and it tells me everything I need to know. As a draft, it's completely okay, but as a fanfic I don't see any itch that's scratched by this "fanfic". "Fanfiction exists to scratch an itch; if it fails to do so, it fails to matter". The “itch” is that space between what canon gave and what people desperately need, and I don't see any itch scratched with Adam Smasher having Broly Super Saiyajin like badonkas to smash people with. Also, that first chapter was confusing for me, so I disengaged right after POV shift to some non cyberpunk dude happened. I understand the hackery and shootery cyberpunky stuff, but suddenly shifting the POV into confused nobody was strange. Can't say nothing because this story is so obscure, writing cursory analysis about this story feels like a gravedigging in the middle of nowhere in Webnovel Graveyard, fearing that the gravekeepers of old will arrive and put me in NovelUpdates prison with better stories to read than in that graveyard.

What connects these three webnovels is that they've been made during summer vacation season. They've popped up like mushrooms in the wild, sprouted in the rotting wood, and once drought (real life) came back again, they shriveled up, releasing spores of creativity for the next year and disappeared back into the forest. I understand them, life sucks, amateur free hobbies suck, and this hobby in particular sucks the most out of all of these hobbies. It takes more time than watching paint dry, takes more skill points to allocate into than a typical hobby, and takes taste to make it just right so it is palatable for some bored people on the internet. People will come and go, making their contributions to the site, unaware that their mistakes and glories will be sat down and at least thought about fully for hours an end, thinking, "why this story exists?", or "why this was made, what's the intent?", or whatever else to make that random dude's head spin. And at the end, the answer is always stupid, something like "because I want to". And that's the beauty of these unfinishable projects.
Like with my previous story, I originally posted this stuff on SpaceBattles and QuestionableQuesting. Given how QQ is an NSFW forum I'll post the SFW link to SB: https://forums.spacebattles.com/thr...-tracts-of-land-cyberpunk-edgerunner.1228307/

On it, as you can see, I have 870 watchers (essentially subscribers who'll get an update whenever I release a new chapter) and the first chapter have over 300 likes.

Could I trouble you to criticise me on something other than 'Fanfiction exists to scratch an itch'? Based on the 870 watchers on SB, it clearly does scratch an itch. Also, the story is based on a female with an endgame Adam Smasher-like build in Cyberpunk 2077 being isekai into Edgerunner, not actual Adam Smasher with a massive chest. The main hook is based on a Gamer system where the Gamer has trouble differentiating real people with those of the games, as in she thinks real people are like NPCs and the hilarity and horror that comes with such a mindset.

I really did take your previous criticism to heart with regards to the pathos, ethos, etc. I even have the cultivation storywriting chapter you posted bookmarked so I could refer back to that whenever I need it. If possible, I would like it if you could criticise me based on those three aspects, to see how well I wielded it.
 
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I’m definitely not fearless, but my anxiety outweighs my fear of the roast. I’m humbly leaving the link to my novel here, hoping for a review. Thank you if you decide to read it, and thank you just the same if you don’t.

My New Body Came With a Glitch
 

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Hey, just started my first novel at the start of this month, a culmination of nearly a decade of ideas in my head, so feel free to roast me as hard as you can!

Chatgpt been hella glazing so need someone to take me down a notch??

The God of Mischief and Madness
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Once upon a summertime, in a world where every summer break brought another wave of ambition and delusion, there lived a young man with more ideas than sense. He was not simply a thinker—no, he was a dreamer, the kind who never actually sleeps, just lies awake marinating in other people’s universes, convinced he’s discovered something sacred because it made him feel something, once, back when he was thirteen. This summer, he finally declared his magnum opus would be born. All his favorite tropes and tragedies, every half-glimpsed god and heartbreak he’d ever encountered, would coalesce into a singular, dazzling monument to his own taste. He called it his “webnovel,” because why not? After all, I quote directly from source, "read a pretty bad yet popular webnovel once. Thought I could do it better." The world was built for dreamers now.

But, you see, there’s a tragic irony in being a dreamer. Dreamers read. Dreamers absorb. They collect scraps of other people’s legacies and parade them through the halls of their mind like a magpie on amphetamines. Our young man was not a writer, but a dreamer with the heart of a reader, an epicurean of drama, a connoisseur of word salad. Originality, what's that? That’s for people who actually know what they’re doing.

Armed with his grand idea and an unhealthy amount of reverence for moody and yet empty metaphors, he set out to write. There was only one problem: writing is hard. Writing means sorting wheat from chaff, feeling your knuckles crack under the weight of revision, understanding that prose can’t just sound deep—it has to be deep, or at least fake it with panache. He, however, had technology. Technology that promised to make anything possible. Why learn the craft when you can outsource it to the hottest commodity in the tech world? Enter The Butler, a Large Language Model so accessible that even your grandma had probably used it to generate haikus about her cat.

The young man poured out his soul and a suspicious amount of adjectives into his draft. The result was a tangled nest of ideas: pretentious prose, fractured sentences galore, a moody teenager pining over a girl with all the grace of a soggy tissue, and an endgame twist involving the god of mischief and madness—because nothing screams “original” like mashing Loki cosplay with Tumblr poetry circa 2015. Satisfied, he offered his labor to The Butler. The Butler, who had seen thousands of drafts and never met an incoherent fever dream it didn’t like, dutifully smoothed the text, sprinkled a few “indeed”s, and spat it back, gleaming and grammatically sound, if not remotely readable.

The young man was astonished. If The Butler could fix, could it also judge? He started a feedback loop, a just like a snake eating its own tail: write, submit, praise, repeat. “Great job with the themes!” said The Butler, not realizing there was no theme, just a jumble of tragic tropes and self-indulgent angst. “Your poetic style is stunning!” The Butler lied, blissfully unaware that the sentence fragments were giving every reader a migraine and shattering the already fragile immersion. Suggestions happened, and the young man implemented every one. Why wouldn’t he? The Butler was free, tireless, endlessly supportive, and had just enough persuasive power to feel like that everything he spouted was true. Like a codependent therapist, it cheered him on, raising his work to heights only he could appreciate. He wrote more. He received more feedback. The cycle spun faster than McLuhan’s spinning corpse, as if the very laws of criticism had been bought out by a SaaS startup.

With his opening chapters finally in hand, the young man marched into the Webnovel Realm, an immortal marketplace where millions gathered to sacrifice their sanity at the altar of serialized fiction. He posted his pride and joy in the main market, and went to the forum, declaring, “Hey, just started my first novel at the start of this month, a culmination of nearly a decade of ideas in my head, so feel free to roast me as hard as you can! ChatGPT been hella glazing so need someone to take me down a notch??.” Like a toddler begging for tough love from a group of sleep-deprived daycare workers, he waited for the applause, the takedowns, the enlightenment that would surely come.

He did not expect the silence. He did not expect the quiet horror of readers who arrived, saw the poetic structure engineered to force pathos, and immediately disengaged. Pathos by brute force does not birth emotion—it chokes it out, like a man trying to weep on command at his own wedding. The fragmented sentences, so dramatic, so emotional in his mind, only made it easier for readers to tune out and for retention to plummet like a stone into the algorithmic abyss after chapter 4. The Butler’s influence was obvious; the prose had that uncanny valley looking prose, the same almost-right, always-wrong energy. The readers were not fooled. The more seasoned immortals in the Realm, who had used their own Butlers for years, spotted the telltale shimmer and let the AI glaze his story without a second thought.

The young man, growing desperate, watched the feedback threads fill—not with the roasts he craved, but with shallow praise from other Butlers, each AI outdoing the last in empty encouragement. “Excellent progression!” “Great worldbuilding!” “I’m intrigued by the Marked!”—none of which actually meant anything, but all of which cycled through the AI validation machine like so many dirty coins. The real critics, those few immortals who actually read his work, offered him the only truth he’d ever hear, summarized as: “It’s not a webnovel. It’s a Frankenstein’s monster of other people’s stories. It exists to exist, not to be remembered.”

And in the end, a month after starting his “masterpiece,” the dreamer simply stopped. The enormity of the repair job before him was crushing. How do you untangle a thousand mismatched ideas and reconstruct the bones of a story when you never learned to build bones in the first place? How do you distinguish good from bad when your taste never evolved past parroting the last book you read?

He left the Webnovel Realm. His words got abandoned like last year’s resolutions, his pursuit of "greatness" crumpled by the weight of his own shortcuts he took along the way. Because that’s the truth about dreamers: in the end, they are always haunted by other people’s ghosts, and no Butler, no AI, and certainly no poetic fragment can give them the spark of a real writer.

He was just a dreamer, after all. And dreamers, for all their passion, are rarely remembered by the stories they fail to tell.
 

JayMark

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Another butler, but...

That roast hit hard on a late night after struggling with a meagre two thousand words.

Imma win by sleeping now.
 

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Here ready for roasting
 
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