From a warm, cozy world, I was born into a cold, noisy one. As I listened to the first cry I raised as a baby, it sounded like someone else’s, and I instinctively felt despair. That is– even from my poor senses, including my poor eyesight, I intuitively understood the cruel spectacle.The mother that birthed me………….it raised a somewhat beast-like creature’s scream, as if it was being dissected by the hand of some corpse-colored, starving small demons.
No cheats, no status, no magic, no harem!?
Aaa……for some reason, I understood. Isn’t this world difficulty in a ridiculously hard mode?
