I, Park Eun-cheon, vowed to lose weight. . . . The flesh on my body. . There are already piles of them. . I cry~~! ! If this continues, how can I eat a handsome guy? ? I cry~~! ! God give me a knife and let me die, etc. . Brother God, you don't have to fulfill my wish so quickly. . You can let me slowly die of old age. . I don't mind. I really don't mind. . You don't have to let me die from the earthquake. . This will be very uncomfortable, and you will be crushed to death by stones one by one. . (Are you so lucky?)