With my black hair and blue eyes, I was raised as the second generation savior.
I like to work, I like to complain, I like to torment myself.
After I entered junior high school, my life was no longer calm. Perhaps to make up for my regret of not being able to go to a magic school, fantasy things began to appear around me.
The school chairman is the leader of a violent group/local vigilante
There is a boom every three days, a naked/running show once a day, a baby can also be a professor, pornographic games suddenly arise, and a loser can become a superman... Boy, when did you become an exhibitionist? Are you possessed by a ghost or something? Why is my head always on fire?
So, I began to live an embarrassing life of being accused, accused, intimidated, followed, threatened, assassinated, and...
Why is □□ saving the world?
——How does this make me, the pseudo-savior, feel so embarrassed?