I am Mori Moli, an ordinary cosplayer, my real name is not important. On a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, she broke through the dimensional wall at a comic show, stepped into the world of comprehensive comics, and became a cross-dressing boss.
I was also forced to be bound to a weird card drawing system. Every day, I killed myself, I greened myself, I played my own magical operations, and it was simultaneously broadcast to the third dimension: D
Fortunately, I'm a cosplayer, so I shouldn't be too OOC... Right?
Mori Moli's eyes darkened as she looked at the cards such as Dark Fallen Blade, Mute Poet, Melancholic Sky, Cub True Wine, etc., Which she had drawn out in one operation, as well as a bunch of bonus cards of Hatred of the Sea.
This wave, this wave is the system forcing me to OOC.
Mori Moli: Force a smile jpg
[She is the youngest leader in the history of the port. She inherited the fragmented organization from her father and wanders endlessly in the cracks of the world.
[Did you see the cat next to her? That is the most important part of the port in Wen Lian, a poet, but a mute (Devil Whispers)]
[Stop the knife, stop the knife, shut up——]
[The little angel Tsunayoshi is in much better spirits today! Did you have a good rest?
[Ah ah ah Zong San, look over here, wife! Wife, look at me!
[Gin, put down the gun, you are still a child——]
[Um, no one has any questions...? Why do people who are not from the same crew get together...?
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[…Don't ask.
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There have been some strange people appearing in Yokohama recently.
The beauty with different eyes, who calls herself a caged bird, laments the fate of being bound, and the blood of her enemy drips from the knife in her hand.
The blond poet meditated in the cafe downstairs of Butei, writing line after line of beautiful poetry.
The gentle young man held a black umbrella and walked tiredly and lonely in the rain.
The silver-haired child was carrying a gig bag that was far larger than his body, and his eyes showed a coldness that was inappropriate for his age.
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They are wandering travelers, self-exiled people who can never return home.
Mori Moli: Actually it's all me, thank you : D
Mori Moli, who had been wearing a skirt in order to maintain her persona, reluctantly opened her planner and wrote the first line of her plan to return home.
——The first step of temporarily residing in Yokohama is to reestablish a black organization in Hong Kong and stuff your own vests into it.
It's a comprehensive and messy story, an atypical novel, and it doesn't miss the mark in the whole process.
The main cities of persecution are Yokohama and Tokyo.
The male protagonist is a cross-dressing man, and the cosplay character is Mori Moli. Yes, she is someone's daughter.
There are twists and turns, it's all a routine, you can freely verify the authenticity of the script.
Every vest has some problems.
Happy eating.
Purpose: Love and Peace