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Only after I died did I know what kind of world I was in. A special group called spellcasters fought to protect ordinary people from monsters originating from human negative emotions. Incompetent people like me were monkeys in the scornful name of cursers, toys played with by spell spirits, and pawns at the vanguard of conspirators' chessboards. Life and death depended only on the thoughts of the strong.
Me: Thank you for the invitation. I died peacefully. I hope that in my next life I won't be born in this shitty world that doesn't treat people as human beings.
Good news, my wish appeared and I was reborn in another world.
Bad news, after being transferred to shore, I will still be a cannon fodder in this life.
Me: My hanging heart finally died : D
At the human experiment base at the beginning, the researcher called me the product of a failed god-making experiment, and threw me into the furnace where discarded experimental bodies were stored, claiming that my only remaining value was to become fuel for Aroba Tou.
In front of me was a grotesque alien species with blood flying everywhere, and behind me was the cold and ruthless "die" from the researcher. I chose to clench my fists and use the weak useless power he said - to crush his forehead with one punch.
Later, when I was kicking hounds, punching Hong Kong and Black, and standing at the highest point in Yokohama, the reporter asked me what motivated me to transform from a rookie to a giant.
Me (thinking): At first, I just wanted to survive here.
[Instructions for consumption]
1. The whole text is in the first person.
2. CP is undetermined and has a single arrow.
3. Comprehensive comics, mainly literary works, others are just background boards.
4. There are a lot of private settings, so I apologize for the OOC.
Intention: What doesn't kill me can only make me stronger.
