Under my friend’s reassurance, I was told that book two is where everything truly picks up. Book one apparently, was just a massive prelude, laying the groundwork before the real story began. But holy motherfucking shit, it somehow got worse.
Let’s quickly recap the major beats of book one.
Finding a vestige by accident, selling it, getting a different one and a remnant free of charge. Madam’s House with its mini training/gym arc. Torture. Prison. Then a large, climactic fight.
Book two opens and immediately manages to be more directionless.
Escaping. Killing someone completely innocent. Getting a new identity. Running to New York. Becoming so paranoid that Freddie does absolutely nothing for a while. Getting rejected by a girl and somehow this hits him harder than torture and prison combined. I am not joking. Then he starts delving with a proper team and proceeds to fuck one of his teammate’s wife the day after they agree to a divorce. It was an accident, sure, but still.
And this is only the first six hours.
This book does not pick up. It backflips, does jumping jacks, slides left, slides right, and does anything except move forward.
Which brings me to Freddie.
Remember how Freddie shifted from naïve to douchebag jackass in book one? That trend is now in full display. I don’t want to get too political, but Freddie goes from a soy boy loser to a wannabe alpha red pill guy, complete with all the emotional instability that comes with it. He has no emotional depth. He is offended by everything. When things do not go his way, he mopes around like a beaten animal. This is not exaggeration.
The worst part is that his emotional responses are wildly inconsistent. Getting rejected by a girl hits him harder than literal torture and imprisonment. That is not character depth. That is broken emotional baggage.
Then we get to Sophia, and I was genuinely hoping this would be where Freddie finally gains something. Anything. Physical growth. Emotional maturity. Self awareness. Instead, the same red pill energy is on full display with no sign of leaving.
Freddie is unbearably needy. I understand trauma and loneliness, but the way he lets his insecurities spill over and then takes them out on her is just awful to read. The only saving grace is that he finally realizes he is being a jackass and then somewhat makes an effort to correct it, which is honestly more than most red pill subscribers manage. That is not high praise.
The ending fight is another massive letdown. In book one, the author gave us a grand spectacle, but in this one, the resolution to the terrorist attack is painfully anticlimactic. There is no real fight between Freddie and that woman whose name I genuinely forgot. Then there is the showdown between the Empress and Nathaniel or whatever his name was. Nothing actually happens. I was expecting dramatic confrontation. Instead we get exposition and the vague reveal that there is something greater than an Eidolon. Sure, I guess.
Then there is the fight with Jacob. And honestly? Snore fest.
Some people might argue that this was Freddie’s wake up call, but if the last two books are anything to go by, it will just be the same old cycle.
"Small" tangent
I genuinely do not understand why people enjoy this story. My friend says Freddie’s willpower is admirable. That his refusal to stay down and desire to survive and grow stronger is what makes him compelling. But willpower alone is not enough. Just because a character refuses to give up does not make them likable or worth rooting for. Joffrey from Game of Thrones also refuses to accept loss. No one is rooting for him. Why should I want Freddie to succeed when I cannot even gaslight myself into liking him?
Now, about Jacob.
Jacob is unlikable for the same reason Freddie is. Freddie is emotionally immature and self absorbed. Jacob is actively cruel. Take everything I said about Freddie being a dick and multiply it by eleven. His girlfriend dies and all he can think about is that he never got to kick her out. That is not grief. That is sociopathy.
People grieve differently, sure, but when every character in the story is an asshole, writing a sympathetic grief scene makes no sense. Why should I care about the pain of someone who has shown no redeeming qualities?
Theodore is unlikable for yet another reason. He is not explosively cruel like Jacob. He is casually awful. He is a dick to his wife before the terrorist attack and a massive, unforgivable asshole to his traumatized wife after it. And the story treats this as acceptable background behavior. What the actual fuck.
Why are we only surrounded by terrible people?
Grimdark stories need balance. It needs the contrast of occasional moments of goodness to level it out. Something to make the suffering matter.
Game of Thrones works not because bad things happen, but because the characters are layered. They are not purely black. Even deeply flawed characters have something human to latch onto. Except Joffrey. And notice how he is universally hated.
In this story, everyone is Joffrey.
Freddie is an asshole. Madam is self centered. Theodore is a cunt. Jacob is irredeemable. These are the primary people we follow, and by the end two of them are dead. So none of it even matters.
And honestly, who cares about Mark’s storyline?