Hello, I am a passerby. Yes, I am just a passerby, and my role is not as good as cannon fodder, but I still work conscientiously on the front line of committing suicide every day. After an accident, I entered the world of fast travel, hoping to successfully complete the mission and return to the original world, but this wish never came true. Passerby A: "I'm just on the road." Someone took away my name for no reason. Is it my fault? System Guest passerby B: "..." Brother, you are drifting. The guest main system: "..." No, it's because I can't lift the knife. The main god who has never shown up: "..." I don't want to lose face.
Purpose: There is only one truth.