The following part was written before the author realized that RRL authors couldn't rate their own fictions anymore. In the past, this was very much possible.

"Hey girls, look at this," Mark beckoned Sebille and Tusky closer. "We can write our own review!"

Sebille frowned. "Isn't it sort of... despicable to do so?"

"Not at all, not at all!" Mark lied. "Look at this: 5 kinds of ratings to give. What do you say, shall we do this together? I'll rate the Overall score, and each of you can pick 2 from the other 4. How does that sound? Very manly and generous for my part, right?"

"Yes, you are very kind, my husbando~" Tusky said. "I'll start with the Character score. How could I give bad points for that when we have such awesome characters as my husband? I'll rate it as a 5, because Mark is such a sweet-cheeks!"

It was surprising, because KissMyTusk18 was notorious for her biting critics and low ratings.

"As for the grammer," Tusky continued, "It's 0.5 starts. Sory."

"Waitwaitwait!" Mark held up a hand. "You don't want to do that. It'll set us behind in rankings!"

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"I dont care," Tusky said. "The grammer was disguisting. Especially that part. Their was just awful."

"But that was your doing!" Mark exclaimed, "Can't you just give a little more—"

"I'm next!" Sebille interrupted him. "I'll rate Story and Style. Let's see... The Story is a 1/5."

"WHAT?!" Mark shouted, his despair rising. These girls are going to be the end of this novel!

"You heard me right," Sebille said. "Until we restore my kingdom, the story will remain 1/5. Once I'm a proper princess again, I might give it a higher score."

Mark cursed inwardly, but put "restoring the kingdom" higher on his to-do list. Catching all the Pokémons would have to wait.

"As for the Style..." Sebille trailed off, blushing slightly, "Well, I like Mister Narrator's style. I'll give it a 4.5/5."

Sebille knew that the narrator couldn't answer her directly, but she suspected that he heard her compliment and was very pleased with it. She became even more certain in this when a random magical ice cone floated past her, and she plucked it out of the air. It was her favorite flavor, vanilla!

Mark narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He wasn't a jealous type, but he had a distinct feeling that the narrator was trying to steal his waifu. While he was busy thinking about how to prevent any netorare happening in this novel, the narrator leaned over and gave this novel a 4/5 as Overall rating. No novel was entirely perfect, after all. Not rating your own novel 5/5 was a humble move that would definitely touch the heart of many readers.

"WHA— Hey!!!" Mark-exclaimed with three exclamation-marks.

"Nice wordplay!" Sebille shot a thumbs-up to the narrator.

"This is insufferable!" Mark raged. "I'm the protagonist! You can't leave me out, you hear me?! I demand you change the rating to 5/5! No tricks, I know what you're planning to do! You'll try to cut me off in the middle of my