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Life is beautiful and there are no worries. Cute girls would come to my door, angels would wave to me politely, not to mention distant monsters would set off fireworks for me when I was sad... But... Why can't I be happy? ... The girl smiled in the blood I sprayed, the angel wanted to tear off my head, and even the attendants of God roared with rage... And what about me? I am preparing to change into a more comfortable position and wait to die.