The world is a mess of right and wrong, right and wrong are difficult to distinguish, good people are rare, and evil people are abundant.
But I laughed at all this crazily and calmly alone, watching the existence of this world without theory.
Who I am?
Oh, actually I am nothing.
He was just an insignificant thief in the vast sea of people stealing what he had stolen.
(Well, actually, the style of this novel is completely different from one of my previous works. It is more relaxed, nonsensical, and very weird.
If the writing is very bad, please forgive me~~)