歹丸郎

I came from the universe and descended into the Marvel world. The mutants of the 90s are right beside me, yet society remains comfortable. Without the assistance of an external brain, how should I hide myself and live in this world? Becoming a god is not my wish, and money is not what I pursue; if a salted fish thinks about turning over, can it still be called a salted fish? Just watch how I hide in a corner of the world, eating melon seeds and watching the show. If I am forced to the front line, then I will treat it as continuing to eat melon seeds from a premium seat, being a fool who watches the play rather than a madman who acts in it.