Would be better if the author didn’t decide to make the mc a complete pushover. The only comedic relief in this story is when others make fun of the mc. He’s never called his name and is always being smacked/ hit. These are for things he has no control over, or what other people misunderstood themselves. I don’t think there has been a single interaction between his friends where they were nice to him, before they were given a present/technique/herb. It’s been over a hundred chapters, but he doesn’t even bother anymore. I can see where the rest of this story is heading. He’s a dormat that constantly tucks his tail when he’s ’told on.’ The only thing that kept me going was that he wasn’t a psychopathic, murdering hypocrite.