When in doubt, start with a fireball—when really pissed, start a world war.
Red opened his eyes to the worst checklist he'd ever
Wake up in an unfamiliar magical clearing, naked, and with grass stuck up his crack? Check.
A man and his lightning wolf are giving out free hugs, so the only option is to shove a fireball down his throat? Double check.
Get berated by an all-powerful System for killing the guide meant to integrate him into a prison world for sociopathic Exiles? Yeah... big check.
Now Red is stuck on World 1337. He has no guide, no clothes, and a "System Collective" that wants to see him fail. What else can they do to make things harder for Red? Bind him to DK, a particularly murderous stalk-eyed, tentacled floating orb with only one to watch Red die in the most brutal way possible so he can break free and conquer the world himself. It’s a match made in...1337.
But Red isn't going down that easily. Armed with the unique Spellmonger class and a grudge big enough to burn down the entire world, he’s ready to carve out his own slice of paradise. Elemental destruction is the name, becoming number 1 again is the game.
The System thought it was punishing him. It just gave him a playground.
I think I got ten pages in? The male protagonists kills a male guide because he suspects he had “humpy” intentions. The other guide talks about him having grass in his butt crack. Seems like a homage to a kill everybody base vulgar antihero with vulgar illusions and jokes - so O quit. But if you are a dirty frat boy with a jr high power seeker mind this might be your book.
The story kept out of the gates like a greyhound late to its own wedding! Pretty faced pace with action, world building and a growing redemption arc. Looking forward to reading book2. :)
I didn't even get through the first chapter. The MC has no redeeming qualities and I wasn't going to waste my time to find out if he changed or just kept being an a$$