The world is so big and I haven't seen it yet. I never expected that as soon as I closed my eyes and opened them, I would be in a different world, and it would still be a foreign country.
, Please love me again, father of the world, I want to go home! ! !
No superpowers, no identity, language barrier, birthplace is still in the slums, hell starts (laughs)
The legendary golden fingers necessary for traveling through different worlds:
Peerless looks? Do you think you can't die quickly enough in the slums?
Gifted? Is it okay to become smaller in another world?
Hug left and right? Instead of thinking so much, why not think about what to eat tonight.
Ah. . . . I think I may not even see the sun tomorrow.
At first I thought this was a farming story from another world, until the moment I saw an orange-haired delinquent bullying a disabled person, I suddenly understood, haha, this is a two-dimensional fan fiction.
The black mud spirits and dwarves are not fairy tales from another world, but the legendary Yokohama city with simple folk customs!
Questioning again, can I really survive in this world?
Warning ahead:
1. I am a romance writer. I hope I am full of joy. I don't need an outline. My pen has its own ideas.
2. If you have a golden finger, you can buy stocks at will. Whether it succeeds or not is another matter.
3. Passion creates a pit. I am a giant in thought and a dwarf in action. Please let me go.
4. The author ! !
Intention: I am finally going to take action against that man