On this rotten continent, who is right and who is wrong?
Little Electric Eel doesn’t know, and she doesn’t want to know. But her presence really has brought a faint glimmer of light to the infected in the darkness, though it is as fragile as a candle flame in winter, liable to go out at any moment.
No one can help us. Only the infected can save the infected.
Whoever oppresses us, we kill them, then turn around and squeeze every last bit of value out of them.
Violence can’t solve everything, but it’s pretty effective.
The rigid class structure has to be shaken up, but first, we need a demon king or a lunatic to smash it to pieces.
And she is that so-called demon king.
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