Pei Mo thought, is there anyone more miserable than him? I was almost dead at the beginning, but I finally managed to hold on. The people around me became more and more perverted. Also, could you please stop taking away my sense of existence? Woohoo, I am the protagonist.
(Originally I wanted to write a story about the protagonist bravely venturing into the hunter world, but the people in the hunter world are really too personal, and I can't get through it, so I'll just write whatever I want and try to keep the original line!)
Intention: I believe that a single spark can start a prairie fire.