Fiction Eval leaderboard · comparison
Grok 4.3 vs Gemini 3.1 Pro for fiction writing
Judged blind on fresh genre scenes (LitRPG, cozy mystery, romance, thriller,
xianxia…), July 2026 — three tries per model per scene, passages shown in both orders so
position can't sway it, graded by a third AI that isn't either of them.
Head-to-head
Grok 4.3 won the direct matchup 26–0 (with 2 ties) across every prompt and sample.
| # | Model | Score | Record | Slop |
|---|
| 3 | Grok 4.3 | 1856 (likely 1815–1899) | 137–28–42 | 9.43 |
| 5 | Gemini 3.1 Pro | 1471 (likely 1423–1519) | 78–104–13 | 13.45 |
The score is each model's overall strength across the whole 8-model field
(like a chess rating); the range next to it is where the true score most likely sits. Slop is
a separate count of AI tells (lower is cleaner) — it isn't part of the ranking.
The same scene, both models
LitRPG — opening of the "party aftermath" scene. Full passages for all models are on the board.
Grok 4.3:
The last health bar winked out in the corner of my vision, a red slash across the party roster that left only my name pulsing green. I knelt in the ash where the floor boss’s final nova had scorched the stone, staff still warm in my hands, every restore and barrier I had cast already logged and dismissed by the system as insufficient. [Party Wipe recorded.] [Experience penalties applied to surviving members: –40 % to next level.] [Equipment durability reduced: 12 %.] I barely registered the lines scrolling across the lower left of my sight. My fingers twitched through the empty air where the resurrection window should have appeared, but the hardcore flag had already overwritten it with something colder. [Korven: deceased. Items dropped at coordinates 47.3, 19.8.] [Mira: deceased. Items dropped at coordinates 47.3, 19.8.] [Selene: deceased. Items dropped at coordinates 47.3, 19.8.] Then the final line settled, heavier than the rest, the text itself thicker, outlined in the dull iron color the system used only for irreversible losses. …
Gemini 3.1 Pro:
The cavern was silent, save for the wet, rhythmic drip of black blood from the ceiling. I knelt in the ash, my hands trembling violently. My mana pool was a hollow, aching void in my chest, a physical emptiness that mirrored the absolute stillness of the room. I had cast *Divine Intervention*. I had burned my own life force, emptying every reserve, shattering my catalyst, just to keep the barrier up for three more seconds. It hadn’t been enough. A translucent blue pane snapped into existence, casting a sickly, artificial light across the charred stone. **[Combat Concluded.]** **[Zone: The Obsidian Maw - Cleared.]** The notification didn’t matter. I swiped it away with a bloodied hand, my eyes frantically searching the dim cavern. "Kael? Lyra?" My voice was cracked, barely a whisper. "Marcus?" There were no bodies. In Hardcore, the system didn't leave corpses to mourn. It broke them down into wireframes of agonizing white light, then scattered them into digital dust. Three piles of gray ash lay in a loose …
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Grok 4.3 full review ·
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