Art work is nice, I would almost go as far as to say it is great! But... story falls utterly flat on its face. The first three chapters barely tells us anything important about our MC other than the fact he lives with his grandma. Then he’s thrusted into this hundred year game because
his grandma gets defeated by the host of said game, taken hostage, and used to blackmail MC. Which leads to him facing off against an uber buff man who’s LITERALLY trained his entire life for the sole purpose of participating in the Hundred Year Game.
Problem? Nah, not really. Well, um, maybe. Actually. Wait. Yes. Fucking. Absolutely. There’s a glaringly enormous problem the size of the fucking moon.
Our two dimensional ass MC
actually fucking wins because of plot armor. There is literally no other way to describe it. MC wins with voodoo manhwa black magic plot shenanigans. He’s unskilled on the sword. He’s NEVER successfully used Aura before. He’s never accessed his grandmother’s swords hidden power before! And yet he pulls out a fucking win again Superman over here! AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS PIECE OF PAPER THIN PLOT DEVICE OF A FIRST ANTAGONIST! MONOLOGUING?!! EXPLAINING EVERYTHING TO MC?!! STOPPING IN YHE MIDDLE A LIFE AND DEATH BATTLE TO FUCK AROUND?!! GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE AUTHOR AND DRINK SOME DIRTY TOILET WATER BECAUSE THAT SHIT WILL TELL YOU HOW TO WRITE AN ACTUAL STORY!
The plot is bland, confusing, boring, dull, backwards, and downright insulting. It has all the bad tropes including paper thin characters that I don’t give a rat’s ass about with none of the good redeeming features. The only saving grace is the art, but that itself isn’t enough to save this Titanic from sinking into the abyss of the Atlantic fucking Ocean.