As a demon, it is inevitable to make mistakes when walking into the wrong world. You can't blame me! But why was there an old man who looked like a flower next to me when I woke up? Also, why did my hands become so small! Oh my god! Who can take me back? I went to the wrong set!
How a demon watches history and then goes back to it with accuracy.
Please note that I am a newbie writing in kindergarten. If you don't like it, just turn right when you go out and you will see the front door. Please don't send me far.