My name is Immortal Hara Shimizu. After I woke up, I found that the world seemed to be developing towards a place that I couldn't understand, so I was panicking now.
The current situation is: the black organization with the codename of alcohol is chasing me and beating me;
The policemen and detective agencies in Yokohama chased me and beat me;
A group of people from Fuyuki chased me and beat me with people who were not human beings;
The police in Italy issued a wanted order for me across the ocean...
No matter how I explain, they will only add conspiracy theories to me. I really want to shout that I am not, I am not and escape from this chaotic world.
Then…
Then I really left this world.
Unfortunately, after I put it back on again, I discovered to my sorrow and annoyance that not only did the number of people chasing and beating me not decrease, but there were more and more people.
I understand, I am being targeted by the whole world.
Hugging my fat self in distress. Jpg
*The protagonist is a bitch, and there will be a lot of words and complaints of unclear meaning in the article. Please forgive me if you mind.
Concept: Look at this pot, it's big and round