Pristine Chaos

The protagonist is quite overpowered. If that’s not your thing, don’t read.

Once, I was Wen Ziya. I didn’t know the meaning of life, didn’t understand my own purpose, and couldn’t figure out why people kept enduring the punishment called “being alive” even after they’d been stabbed until they were full of holes…

Now, I’m Wen Ziya. I still don’t understand all those messy ideas about meaning. I only know that I want to “live,” and that’s enough.

Hundred-Eyed Heavenly Demon: “Pfft…! Cough, cough! Quite a story. You’ve really moved this demon.”

Wen Ziya: “You laughed, didn’t you? You just laughed! Don’t move. I’m going to the kitchen to get you the Freedom Blade!”

Hundred-Eyed Heavenly Demon, eyes gleaming: “Really?”

Wen Ziya: “Absolutely!”