[A Slow-Burn, Healing Story × Psychological Exploration × Inner Growth]
After I transmigrated to the apocalypse, I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. There were three people living inside my head.
One was a crybaby little ray of sunshine, another was a giant eyeball that recorded everything, and the last was a shattered figure sealed away.
They said I was sick. Then the world-ending corruption arrived, and I casually unfurled a wall of mind and devoured all the corruption.
As the whole school stared in shock, I cared about only one thing:
Holding the frightened little ray of sunshine beside me, I asked softly:
“Meat barbecue or strawberry cake today?”
Perhaps this is simply the story of someone, in endless darkness,
clumsily learning how to love themselves and make peace with the world.
