Save everyone who has been deceived and trapped by conspirators with their conspiracy theories.
This is the mission.
Hear the cry for help and answer the call.
The weak ones who are drained dry by conspirators.
Most of them are people who are tired of life and have weak minds.
Having lost control of their lives, they choose to give up resisting the quagmire of life and fall into the trap of conspirators.
Those deaths and failures gathered so much unwillingness
I am in a state of cursing, resentment, anger, and regret.
Be born.
No one guides me
No one told me a mission
I have been wandering around in this world for many years as if there was no one around
Accustomed to eternal silence and silence without response
Until I heard a call
That low cry
Carrying too much of my familiarity
Even my core resonates with it
I finally couldn't hold it back
say to that voice
At least give me your soul
I'll give you an answer that's not bad