The first time this bird read a LitRPG it was interested. It had never seen anything like it before, and therefore, it found the approach refreshing. The second time, a repeat of the System of the first time, was not so interesting, but the chick still had hopes. The third and beyond it learned that System literature is quite often a repeat of itself of big numbers displayed in spreadsheets that make little sense, abilities that, like in games, you have many but rarely use all of them, so you collect them all but whether they are of use or not it is up to the authors poor memory spam, or poor planing skills, just like poor planned games where you spread your points everywhere but only a few things are meta.
While the genre itself is not to blame, its redemption suffers, perhaps due to the immaturity of most authors who write it. While this chick does not purposefully avoid the genre, since it believes it could find something appealing, it is frequently disappointed with the content it finds than not, requiring it to turn its suspension of disbelief filters to such high levels that it would be unable to give an opinion about what it has read.