The story of how I, who became the beloved child of Winter Fenrir, was healed from despair
1: Transmigration to Another World I was sinking into the sofa, overwhelmed with despair. This sofa was my small consolation, bought with the meager bonus I received—hardly enough to celebrate. Its promise to make one lazy was no exaggeration; once you sank into it, you lost all motivation to do anything. Food? Who cares. Bathroom? W...
1: Transmigration to Another World I was sinking into the sofa, overwhelmed with despair. This sofa was my small consolation, bought with the meager bonus I received—hardly enough to celebrate. Its promise to make one lazy was no exaggeration; once you sank into it, you lost all motivation to do anything. Food? Who cares. Bathroom? Whatever. I felt utterly lethargic, as if I were floating aimlessly in space. My brain felt light. To be honest, I knew this was bad. "I... got fired... from my job..." Saying it out loud made my heart ache painfully. Ouch, ouch, ouch! Even with my brain feeling numb, my heart still reacted fiercely. Please, stop. My body wouldn't pamper me, but it was excellent at hurting me. Or maybe it's the other way around. I've been overworking myself, neglecting my heart
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