In view of some special circumstances, let me break the fourth wall for a moment to summarize what this novel is going to be about.
I am the protagonist set by this forced author. I have doubts about whether it is actually true, but it is not important, and the specific details are not important either. You just need to know why I'm speaking. Everything was caused by my four voices and some mysterious decisions of the supreme will, so there were four more people in my mind, and my daily life became like those four people gathering to play cards, and the winner would have control of my body within the negotiated time.
The reason why I am not there is very simple, because these four people are: Dazai Osamu, Edogawa Ranpo, Mori Ogai, and Dostoevsky. As a member of the Wenye Group, I can't blame myself for this, but the current situation is like this. These four people are still wearing their corresponding ones - the kind that I can't pick off the millet I bought.
Do you think the magical reality ends here? No, what's even more magical is that my true body is now in Rice Flower City. Yes, that's what you think.
For a moment I didn't know what to pray for.
As for the fact that I can survive to this day without being killed first, it is probably because if I, who is indeed the subject in various senses, die, the four of them will do the same. "The worst case scenario is that we all die together" is the last line of defense for my mental stability.
So, please bear witness to a story where I am in a "fuck, I'm going to have sex with you" mentality every day.
Intention: Face life optimistically
