A civilization born of fear awakens once more at this extraordinary juncture.
What kind of surprise, or perhaps shock, will it bring to the gods of the Known Universe?
The scarecrow in this book isn’t a character from a game. It comes from the author’s imagination of the scarecrow in the fields back home.
As the author of this book, I’d like to apologize in advance. The writing isn’t very good, and the plot isn’t ideal either. To show at least a little remorse, I’ll punish myself with three drinks first.
When the Holy Mother comes, you have to kowtow.
Improve the protagonist's defense.