Once Hoshino Hijin traveled through time, he was bound to the popularity value renewal system.
The system roars: Gain popularity! Save your life! Don't seek death!
Hoshino Hijin spins a small silver-plated carved pistol on his fingertips, and hides a wind-tempered Western sword in his cuffs. His red hair is as curled as flames, and his amber cat eyes are full of madness:
Survive? Might as well go to the theater.
Making trouble? That's the right way.
He is a monster raised by darkness and the most dangerous shadow executor of the winery: Grenache.
[Red Flame Cage · Broken Cat]
Red flames wrapped around the cold iron, velvet wrapped around the old scars, the cat's claws turned the silver gun, and the bitter taste of disinfectant floated in the breath.
The system chanted "live" in its ears. It licked its lips and stared at the drama outside the cage - watching the poisonous snake bite, watching the white dove fluttering its wings, watching the iron cage collapse on its own.
[Crazy criticism of the chaos·Onlookers]
It inserted fake road signs in the venomous snake's only path, watched the venomous snake jump into the air, and curled up in the cafe laughing until it coughed up blood.
Someone asked it why, and it flicked its tail and said in a lazy and casual tone: "It made me watch the show."
Not making swords, not playing chess, just being the wildest spectator in the cage, turning this man-eating game into a lively ashes.
Obscure Shimmer·Mute
His reminders are always silent.
The cat's tail swept across the railing, and the ears formed a knot that no one could understand. Only the people hiding in the dark understood that it was the way to survive.
It never admits tenderness, but only hides warmth in the meanest complaints, in the lines of the sword spikes, and in the averted gaze when coughing up blood.
[Dawn towards death·Remaining warmth]
When dawn broke into darkness, the red-haired cat did not get up.
It was curled up on the old sofa, with the rose pattern of the silver gun still hanging on the tips of its claws. It watched a group of people running towards the light, and the red on the tips of its ears slowly faded into snow.
It never came or left, it just left the last bit of warmth to those who ran towards the light, and returned itself to the wind in the abyss.
Intention: When you are in darkness, keep your heart towards the glimmer of light, use crazy criticism as your armor, and use your true heart as your sword to tear through the darkness and maintain perfection.
