Walking Home at Night, I Found a Little Sister

[Siscon + Face-Slapping + Western Mythology + Power Fantasy + Lighthearted Comedy]

On a night road ruled by one man, among towering, menacing steel walls, at the frontier of emotional exchange, technology, cultivation, magic, and the rules of the world are being brought together.

The surging, abyssal succubus holy knight.

The glacial elf dancer, dancing alone.

The sea-shanty-singing storm merman gunslinger.

The dual-souled researcher, singing with abandon.

They all appear in turn along this night road that never ends.

Here are the abyss and the sea, steam and golden cores, poetry and rain, time and space and swords.

Some stop at nothing for power; others stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Praise in their hearts, mockery beneath their breath.

Contempt in public, agreement in private.

Night is the passageway to dawn.

Whenever the dark night falls, cicadas cry out and frogs croak. You watch clear stars speckle the dazzling night sky. As you walk down a lonely, deserted path, whether before you or behind you, are the people you see truly human?

My friends, everything in this world exists to provide enough emotional value.

Power is merely the means mistaken for the end.