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Just because I was born in the Badlands, a bad life is the default. It's pathetic, but apparently, that's just how logic works. What a pain. To resist, I escape from Den-en, Crawling like a snake to make my mark. But for some reason, the final winning move just won't click! Dark lawless society vs. BRIGHT future world. If that's the case, I'll head to the latter for a bit. Are you okay? Shut up. Life struggling to the limit seems crazier than I imagined. I'll override the function of this half-baked life right about now... ...is what I'd like to do, but it seems reality won't go that smoothly. Only the words I spit out are taken as conviction, and then everything scatters again. Well, since anything in this world can be explained by the luck of the draw? I should just work hard at something else with the power needed for a counterattack. Well, since there's nothing you can't do if you have money, and you can influence anything? There's no way you could ever escape. Is that the end of the story? Then I won't be coming back anymore. A life bound by bravado is surely meant to be burned away. Then, at the end of being kicked away as unnecessary, I followed the crowd. An adventure TONGUE that only looked for things I wanted to do. Please stay by my side until I disappear. I can't understand the thoughts of humans who don't even read the errors that are spread! Oh, user who only praises the crude code you wrote. You'll have no way of knowing the hidden side of the words I spit out. How pitiful, how pitiful.