I plan to fill in this section first, after all, I really like this story (although it only exists in my mind, but if I write it out, I can find more people who like this story!)
I am a spearman, and my profession is a brave man.
Well, there is no rule that says a brave man must be a swordsman.
So I, the brave man, am a spearman.
After becoming a hero, something seemed wrong with my life.
Why is the big devil I want to defeat my boss (funder)?
My friends can't be cheating people.
I am not the mascot of Survival A Lucky E!
And, pharmacist, look at me more, I really like you!