Three-dimensional humans accidentally travel to the two-dimensional world. How can they survive in a demon-destroying world full of ghosts? There is nothing wrong with hugging your thighs tightly. Is it strong or weak? Real food or hidden clumsiness? So hard to guess.
Intention: Don't run away, don't give up, always believe, try your best to do everything you can. Countless thoughts turn into a huge blade and slash at evil spirits. This is the strength everyone gives me.
