This book is a prime example of the author over-describing everything, and not paying attention to the meaning of the words they use. I DNF it after 50 pages, as it was just awful.
The MC is a semi-retired adventurer that a year ago had been isekai'ed to another world. He admittedly started off as a peon, dying over and over until he started to memorize patterns that various monsters had, kind of like playing Elden Ring. And though he admits to dying over and over for multiple months, after a year is up, he's the greatest monster hunter the world has ever known. He soloed elder dragons before breakfast kind of thing. He's so OP, he doesn't put effort into killing things these days. All in under a year...
The author describes every minor thing in painfully exquisite detail. Even things that ultimately don't matter. He also screws up a lot while doing it. He mentions how dusk is fully gone and dark has settled in, then mentions the dark orange/purple you can see on the horizon, thus dusk not being over. He describes his sword and armor in hi-def detail so many times, I think either the MC or the author masturbated over that sword/armor, they've fetishized it so much.
He's describe a fight where he cuts an creature's one eye to the eyeball ruptures, but also mentions he didn't blind that eye. Not sure how that works. He mentions he can smell the corruption on the creature, but after killing it, thinks the villagers would want the meat.
It was at that point, I closed the book up and returned it.