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 froht, I intuitively understood the cruel spectacleThe mother that birthed me…………it raised a so dissected by the hand of so sic, no harem!?Aaa……for some reason, I understood Isn’t this world difficulty in a ridiculously hard mode?