The love of mourning social animals (forced truth)
The eccentric big brother is empty inside and the confused and world-weary pot-raising master Xiao Zaizai
(Master of Pot Lifting: Taking the meaning of "Which pot is not opened, which pot should be lifted", I made up a four-letter word that looks relatively high-end)
Osamu Dazai: Hey, how can a person like you become the host of an educational program?
Omotada said: It's really sad to say such things. Didn't Dazai-kun die successfully?
Dazai Osamu: No, no, no, no one is really afraid of Mr. Birdie because of the emptiness in his heart, right?
Omotada said: No, no, it's not true that some people have tried hard for many years and failed to get to the other side, right?
Osamu Dazai: Is this the life that useless adults have been living? That's it?
Omotada Satomi: Is this the life someone has to live forever? That's it?
Well, it's actually the black mud spirits who persecute each other.
I stepped on my sore feet and succumbed to the loss of life. I was a social animal, Omotashi Michichi.
Intention: The more you want to change, the more powerless you will be. The more you understand people's hearts, the more disheartened they will be.
[Comprehensive Comic] Game, I, Raise the Black Mud Spirit