Summary
└[I’m part of the advance team that’s read up to today’s latest chapter. If you like clichés, I recommend it.]
On the brink of death, I suddenly began to hear these things called “comments.”
└[♪♩~ All those ♪♬~ child-abusing counts ♩♪ should just drop dead.]
They seem to sing pretty well… must be some kind of fairy.
└[Is this really a parenting story? It’s felt more like a survival tale for a while now.]
└[Please let this become one of those mother-in-law bonding stories.]
└[Nope, the saintess needs to awaken and head to the temple—let’s gooo]
└[Ugh, totally misled by the keywords.]
They keep trying to fit my life into something called “clichés” they’ve seen somewhere before.
└[Another regression arc… Even the reason for it feels overused. I’m out.]
└[Leaving quietly is proper manners, don’t you think? ^^..]
└[This is way too frustrating. I’m getting off here.]
└[Looking for catharsis here doesn’t make you smart—it makes you a psychopath.]
└[The villain is stressing me out. I’m done.]
└[Here comes the professional quitter again.]
Every day, these “comment fairies” ride in my head, endlessly boarding and quitting.
So to show them what a proper exit looks like…
I leapt right off the carriage.
“I’m stepping down!”
