Traveling back to Shibuya in the Return of the Spell, Tokyo in Chainsaw Man, and even the puppet factory in Ghost in the Shell... I watched the magic fist of Tiger Stick hit the data monster, and Denji's chain saw tore the mechanical arm, but it couldn't save Tang Feng's drained body, and it couldn't stop Chen Momo's twisted limbs. Kamiyaguru's devouring desire eats reality, the puppet master's data flow tamperes with the rules, and even the 'plot' of the anime world is defecting - but I can't stop.
But when the Rakshasa mask fragments felt hot in the palm of my hand, and when Su Li's Honkai Spear split the data storm, I suddenly understood: What bound me to the social death system was not embarrassment, but the obsession of 'remembering to care'. Even if the whole world treats me as a joke, even if I am crushed by the energy of social death in the next second——
I also want to put the broken dimensions back together to the way she once said with a smile, "Come on". "
