Secret Vocation

All souls must be given a mission. People call it [vocation]! [Critic] [Journalist] [Cowboy] [Robber] [Stitcher] [Magic Blade Craftsman] [Literary Swordsman]. . . This world is like a huge and precise machine, and the people who are given vocations are large or small gears, biting each other and helping each other, so that the machine can seemingly run normally forever. The man somewhere looked at such a machine and slightly lowered the brim of his top hat. The top hat was black on one side and white on the other, covering the man's eyes that had no expression on his face. "Let's turn this slow and bloated world into chaos!"