You are a wage earner working for an unknown goddess. In order to complete her task, the goddess gave you the strongest golden finger.
As soon as you meet, no matter who you are, you will have a 100% favorable impression of you, and you will have a small personal space that is independent and has higher defense than a lover in a cafeteria.
You sit in your own space that smells like food, smiling and waiting for your substitute messenger to come to your door.
This article mainly writes about what I want to eat, as well as some strange daily stories and various jokes.
There are other jojo pits inside, and updates are irregular.