From the article: "Infinite Undiscovery's dithering protagonist resembles the sort of reluctant hero you'd love to slap. He absorbs insults like a punching bag but never punches back. He can't keep his neck straight or his fingers out of his hair, like a guy who's always reaching for a paper sack to pull over his face. He's able to skewer enemies with more aplomb than any of his battle-seasoned companions, but crumples under the withering warmth of a compliment. He's a hit with the ladies, but tactless on the small talk. It's a joke that goes on and on and finally peters out about halfway through tri-Ace's disarmingly winsome and fascinating tale about a madman who's somehow shackled the moon with sky-scraping chains and the band of heroes crisscrossing the planet to sunder them."