>>54373702>>54364513 Here are a few moments of the author being a dour autist obsessed with gatekeeping poorfags from having anything bigger than a ratatata from the past two chapters:
>"As for [Galarian Rapidash], not only are they difficult to find in the wild, the small number of ranches with the expertise to breed them are all the way in Galar and demand adoption fees that approach six figures. For that amount of money, he would prefer an Eevee." >"Yeah. I need six copies of Protect, two copies of Solar Beam, two copies of Energy Ball, two copies of Focus Energy, one Dig, one Iron Tail, one Synthesis, one Thunder Wave, one Thunderbolt, one Psychic, one Swords Dance, one Payback, one Roost, one Light Screen, and one Hyper Beam." - "We can get the TMs to you within the week, though there is the matter of cost. My conservative estimates are putting the bill at nearly a hundred-and-twenty-thousand credits."Not even going to bother copy-pasting the very beginning of chapter 62, which is legal regulations about how you need licenses and fees to fly. Can't let readers imagine doing something fun in the escapist fantasy setting.
>[an entire goddamn receipt for a saddle. Total cost: 8,966.38c. This is the most reasonable cost in this autistic fanfiction]This is all the shit I found while just skimming the last two chapters. And half this shit is just repeated drivel from about 30 chapters ago when he was still droning on about muh eevee costs, muh tm costs, muh loicenses, muh permits, muh sponsors. All this fucking autist does is emulate a British Cyberpunk dystopia in a setting that is the least suitable for it while having embarrassing pseudo-drama in bold font as Lee and Ninetales talk to each other like a married couple that crawled out of a 17th century tea house. This story and these characters haven't actually changed in any meaningful way in 600,000 words. They just risk their lives and cry and then go on about stock prices for all eternity. Fuck this shit.
