One might contemplate at this point, when would Mark stop to sleep? He hadn't slept ever since getting into this world, and that had been many chapters ago. That's a long time without rest, but here's the thing: like Einstein said, time is relative. Even one of the world's smartest people had confirmed that Mark not getting any sleep isn't a plot hole.

"You done with the philosophy?" Mark asked, throwing Rabbit Carcass #203 to the fire.

It wasn't actually philosophy, but the meaning was clear. Mark preferred to begin chapters in medias res, compared to this slower approach where the narrator started out with a broader topic, and then slowly focused on what the main character was doing. But Mark didn't understand true literature, didn't understand true art. It was natural that he wouldn't appreciate these things.

"The f*ck are you talking about?" Mark asked, scrolling through the trending fictions section of Royal Road Legends. He looked up from his tablet for a moment then added, "I read a lot, you know."

[ is now level 5!]

"Hey, I said no more of these sh*tty popups! I've had enough of it last chapter, the readers had enough, even Sebille had enough!"

What Mark still didn't understand was that the readers needed these kind of level up messages in order to feel that the protagonist was progressing nicely. This was a litRPG novel, after all. No amount of complaining from Mark's side would cease the flow of popup messages.

"But—"

But instead of complaining, Mark should have paid attention to cooking the rabbit meats instead. The one he tried to cook was a failure, once again.

"Yes, yes," Mark said, then threw Rabbit Carcass #204 to the fire. He then picked up his tablet and continued reading his favorite thrash fictions fan fictions.

"Foooood," Sebille groaned from the sidelines, lying on her stomach. "I'm dyinnnngg!"

She was only barely exaggerating, having almost completely reverted back to her ugly hag form due to the lack of proper meals.

"Just a few more minutes," Mark murmured as one more rabbit carcass failed to became tasty rabbit dinner simply by being in the fire. "I'm sure that I'm going to level up real soon."

He was still level 1 at , but he was optimistic. The fact that he had received this skill meant that he was on the right track. Besides, his favorite novels had a lot of new chapters that he had to catch up with. It was a perfect opportunity to read them while he trained his cooking.

Mark threw Rabbit Carcass #205 on the fire, then proceeded to give the webnovel he had been reading five-stars on every category. He didn't actually like the novel that much, but he felt that if he didn't encourage the author with 5/5 ratings, the author might discontinue the series. Mark didn't want that.

He gave 5 stars even for the grammar. As long as he understood what the writer was trying to say, the number of typos didn't matter for him. Mark didn't care that in this case, the writing had been as bad as if the author had convinced a monkey to sit at the keyboard in their stead.

"Not everyone is native English speaker," Mark commented. "And this was the author's first novel. He/she asks in the synopsis to go easy with the critics."

Ah, of course, now it made sense. Everyone deserved a chance. Everyone deserved to get praised on their first novel. No matter how misleading the ratings might be for future readers, it is the author that must come first. It is the author who writes the chapters, not the readers!

Mark also made sure to put his opinion into words. He didn't bother saying why this novel was a 'must read', he just wrote two short sentences, stating how good and great and awesome this novel was. Nobody would care about longer reviews anyways! That done, Mark put some 'xD xD xD' to the end of his review to meet the minimum character requirement.

This was it. This was the one true path to MOAR CHAPTURSS. If Mark had pointed out mistakes to the authors, it would have just slowed them down. They would have spent more time on correcting their mistakes, or writing quality work. That time was better spent writing MOAR CHAPTURSS!

"Foooood," Sebille whined, trying to shepherd the plot back on track.

But before that could have happened, the chapter ended here. Quantity before quality, after all.