Why do good people deserve to die?

Why can’t those who save everyone live and accept praise, and be forgotten by everyone?

I know success requires a price, but why is it always us?

I can't accept this twisted world.

I can't accept that I had peace of mind and forgot my uncle's self.

I want to make a decision while I remember everything clearly.

If this world is a moving giant ship.

Some people are destined to be passengers who ride safely above, while others are destined to be oils that burn themselves below.

Then I will smash the rotten ship.

I will find more ways to find more boats.

This time the ship will not live in a dream.

I'll find it with my own hands.

If not, then I will build such a ship!

"I'm going out!"

"I want to go out alive and then twist this twisted world!"
Chapter completed!