Well.

Okay, what the actual fluff. This book is nothing like the first book. It is an absolute mess of no direction and nonsensical ideas. Some of it is alright, but mostly it's just rubbish. It's no longer a litrpg and more a theologists' nightmare/wet dream. A magic system that makes zero sense no matter how much it is explained (and it is explained A LOT). It essentially boils down to plot armours and plot weapons shall be occurring from this point on, and you should accept that because we've talked about what's REAL and whose reality is more important... Sure.

Honestly, there are chapters and chapters where nothing happens and it's just an endless debate. I think somewhere around chapter 10 the next point of the story is decided, and the rest of this book until chapter 65 (ish) is just fluff. Meaning, nothing really happens, and the same stuff gets repeated over and over again. Debates on the nature of god. Debates on the nature of self-worth. Debates of the nature of man. I'm like 90% sure not even the author knew what they were saying at points, and that's why it kept getting repeated over and over, thinking it made more sense the more it was repeated- It really feels like the author played Final Fantasy 10 and liked the idea of the main character being a dream and decided the entire world shall be a dream. Haaa. It was exhausting- And chapter over chapter about his crippling self deprecation- This, I at least thought was going to serve a purpose, and it does I guess, but no, it goes too far to quickly to be development. It's more of this needs to happen so the character has something to care about. The speed at which he lets down his walls, granted not entirely, is too fast for the slumrat described in book one. This kid needs YEARS of therapy to ever get close to this point. I could maybe accept it if it was such a large part of the book...

Won't be getting book three, and this is just a shame. A real damn shame. Book one was so good.

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