The voice of the black-haired young man was loud:
"But I soon realized that this was not enough. The number of people afflicted with the Black Mist Disease is increasing, and more are being judged by the Deity as 'heretics.' You have no place to fit in normal society, and nowhere you flee to is peaceful."
"This absurd world does not allow you to survive."
"Only laugh, never cry. Even in the face of the death of loved ones, you must show a smile, and in front of bloodied corpses, you should laugh heartily—this is a world where emotions cannot be freely expressed, turning humans into 'madmen who must neither see nor hear.'
"Awakeners, I am pleased to see that you do not succumb to the Deity, opting to stand up, no longer wallowing in superstition. As your leader, I will establish a nation here. From now on, we will have a shared belief, a shared ideal, a shared atmosphere of equality, and shared agreements and covenants."
