I Clear the Infinite Game on My Looks Alone

I'm back. Is Dada still there? Happy New Year Last time I said I liked Da Da's writing style, and I like it now too~ I changed the cover a lot, so I just found it now.

There is a feeling of being in the clouds, like watching their stories as an emotionless God, but empathizing with them. The world view seems very complicated, but as the past is slowly revealed, I become more and more curious about what happened. I really like this kind of writing and the author's own style. There is a kind of low-luxury magnificence, like the corrupted roses in Western fairy tales. I hope you keep writing

Although it's late, I still want to say: I really like Da Da's writing style, I really like it, I really like it.

Do you want a side story to highlight the relationship between them? (?????)

I know this question (raise your hand) All the world's a stage, The whole world is a stage, And all the men and women merely players; All men and women are but actors; They have their exits and their entrances, They all have their time to come off the field, and they all have their time to come on. And one man in his time plays many parts, A person plays several roles in his life, His acts being seven ages. His performance can be divided into seven periods. At first the infant, First as a baby, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Crying and vomiting in the nanny's arms. Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel Then there are the schoolchildren with schoolbags on their backs and blushing faces. And shining morning face, creeping like snail Slowly dragging like a snail, Unwillingly to school. Willingly whimpering to go to school. And then the lover, Then comes the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Sighing like a stove, I wrote a sad poem and sang it Made to his mistress' eyebrow. His lover's eyebrows. Then a soldier, Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, He swore strange oaths and had a beard like a leopard's, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, If you cherish your reputation, you will fight at every turn. Seeking the bubble reputation, even in the cannon's mouth. Seeking bubble-like fame on the muzzle. And then the justice, Then the judge, In fair round belly with a good capon lined, The fat and round belly is filled with capon, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Awe-inspiring eyes and neat beard, Full of wise saws, and modern instances; full of aphorisms and truisms; And so he plays his part. In this way he played one of his parts. The sixth age shifts The sixth period became Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, The lean old man Longzhong wearing slippers, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, There are glasses on the nose and a money bag hanging by the waist; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide The long socks he saved from his youth, For his shrunk shank, The sleeves looked unusually wide on his shriveled calves; And his big manly voice, His manly accent Turning again toward childish treble, pipes, It turned into a child's scream again, And whistles in his sound. Like playing bagpipes and whistles. Last scene of all, that ends this strange eventful history, The last scene that brings an end to this strange and eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion, A reappearance of childhood, total forgetfulness, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. No teeth, no eyes, no taste, no everything. ——Shakespeare's "As You Like It"

It's pretty. Come on.

Akito is silent. What do I want to see? (Give me a look)

Spread flowers(????)?~

This setting feels so good!

It's actually a new author lol. The themes and ideas are amazing, great!