1 Second Invincibility in the Game

The next morning, on the ground of the garden path.

A large moth was being devoured by a swarm of ants.

As I watched it silently, I felt even more miserable myself.

The moth’s wings, disguised with the fierce eyes of a predator, seemed to symbolize me.

Yesterday, I was just a moth pretending to be tough, cowering in front of a mere child.

But at least I wasn’t dead. If I had failed, I would have ended up like that moth.

Deciding to live a long and thin life rather than a short and thick one made me feel somewhat better.

-Why are you sitting there with such a pitiful look, Hersel?

“Shut up, you fake.”