When I was sixteen, I met a man. He said his name was Joker, and he would make up for the sorrow of my life. We fell in love in troubled times, as pure and hot as the morning dew in the woods after the rain.
At the age of twenty-one, I dedicated myself to the gods, but the gods ignored my sincere prayers.
The funny thing is, I became the last Joker
And my youth has also become a lament
An ordinary high-achieving student is attacked by X, the King of Gods, a pseudo-human being
PS: This Zeus is not that Zeus. It has nothing to do with Greek legends. The background is in a foreign country and nothing else.
Purpose: distinguish right from wrong
