You speak of the heart?
You humans are always so quick to bandy that word about,
as if you could read everyone else's feelings as easily as your own.
My eyes can reflect everything.
There is nothing I cannot perceive.
If something cannot be reflected, then it does not exist.
That is what I believe, and it has guided me in battle ever since.
What is the heart, anyway?
If I tear open your chest,
will I be able to see everything inside it?
If I smash your skull,
will I be able to see everything in your mind?
The world we live in is meaningless,
and so are we, who live in it.
We, who are meaningless, still think about this world,
and even knowing that this itself is meaningless
is utterly meaningless. Because we have hearts, we envy;
because we have hearts, we devour;
because we have hearts, we take;
because we have hearts, we are arrogant;
because...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
When you look at the introduction, you look like a king, but when you look at the content, you look like a black iron five.
Author, it would be a waste if you don't become a chef