I'm a thief.
I've never told half a truth.
I'm a liar.
Of course, my companions are all the same as me.
But I'm a little different from my peers in that I can "read."
This is an aristocratic skill, but I have studied writing and know how to "read".
I've always hidden this problem.
And always remind yourself not to be even a little curious about those "sweets" that can make people fall further into the abyss.
Then, that day, my companions and I committed a grave sin. We looted a dead man.
We took off his coat to keep out the cold, and then saw what he was desperately trying to maintain the second before he lost the fire of life.
That's the book.
——He is a book hunter.
One of my companions said this.
Everyone fled.
But I didn't.
I learned the real name of "Sweets" from that book.
That's what's called an "addictive drug."
——This is the opportunity for me to become a book hunter.
But it was twelve years later that I truly became a book hunter.
Attributes of this article: Steampunk 50% + Cthulhu 30% + Wasteland Reconstruction 20% The protagonist is the mortal enemy of the nobles. True Love is a book. Mary Su Susu. The male protagonist is absolutely unlikable. The male and female protagonists are basically killing each other throughout the entire article. This is an endless war.