I am the God of Death, the real kind. When all the gods are going to another world, I, because I overslept, did not have time to leave.
The underworld has its own system and I no longer need to manage it, but who can tell me how to get to the other world? Why did those guys forget me here?
And, why, there is a god of death on the ground!
I looked at the familiar little carrot head and fell into thinking.
Compared to me, he is the real god of death.
The time line of the female ticket article is chaotic, I write it wherever I think, and I kicked the lunch that you only took one bite.
I also want to review Fumino and Juhui, the main editor of Conan, but I haven't read them at all. I'll talk about it later. There may be Kami-sama, but the most likely thing is that I wrote two or three chapters and then ran away. Be careful, be careful. It's not worth it to update the author every year.
Intention: Post!