I don't know why I am like this.
It was packed in an ordinary-looking black box and turned into a pile of meat.
I think of myself as something like meat sauce slime, but I can actually see the outside through the cracks in the box. I don't know how my eyes can see things.
The human body is really magical, or in other words, my current state is quite magical.
Does the optic nerve still exist? It also involves the eyeballs so we can see things? But what else is connected to the other side of the fiber connecting the eyeball?
Meat slime with eyes, etc., It's a bit geeky when I think about it.
Being depressed, I started to think about life and found that I couldn't be a good person.
Being a good person sucks.
It can rot into a pile of meat.
-Demining-
1. First person warning.
2. The protagonist is a pure good guy and an old hapless guy, which is not a cool novel.
3. Unconventional Mary Sue, all members have single arrows.
Purpose: Perseverance and determination to be a good person