When I was seven years old, my relatives' children humiliated me in public. So in an extremely angry situation, I beat my relatives' children and relatives into comminuted fractures. From then on, they all avoided me when they saw me.
When I was fifteen years old, my classmate from the school next door acted strangely in front of me many times. So when I couldn't bear it anymore, I beat my classmate into the intensive care unit at the school exchange meeting. From then on, he didn't dare to say anything nonsense to me.
When I was twenty-four years old, a senior who changed his profession to be a curse master lectured me in front of me about cult propaganda, so I carried out the exorcism ritual on my senior. The effect was outstanding, and my senior was successfully admitted to Tokyo Mental Hospital.
And when I reached the age of twenty-five, I finally discovered that being a conjurer was a profession with no future and no hope, so I switched careers and became a deadlock.
It is so happy to be a dead otaku, and I decided to be a dead otaku for the rest of my life.
First person, the heroine is almost invincible
No logic, no writing style, full of nonsense, the whole article is nonsense
Just a slap in the face, I'm too lazy to change it anyway
Intention: Start all over again and never look at the time