In the mire, there is always a lotus that emerges from the mud but remains unstained. In the turbid waves, there is always a person who is covered in wounds but struggles unyieldingly.
The main attack is that the protagonist is slightly charming, a lot of clay sculptures, and bloody.
There are too many minefields to clear. If you feel uncomfortable, please exit immediately and do not attack the author.
Intention: Make progress every day