The Hero’s Narrow-Eyed Teacher

27 years have already passed since I was transmigrated here.

Starting from a newborn baby, there were countless trials and hardships to reach this current position.

I was pushed to the brink of death twenty-six times.

There were countless times I was almost had my eyes gouged out.

The whole world kept trying to unfairly push me to the absolute limit, but I tenaciously endured, and kept enduring, thus sustaining my life like this.

Therefore… now I want to live a peaceful and smooth life.

The only conversation partner I have right now is this shabby old man next to me.

I sighed and asked.

“Whew… life is truly bleak, isn’t it? Don’t you think?”

“Mmf! Mmf!!”

“Well… it might be even more so because of people like you.”

A basement where a terrible wax smell, enough to make one dizzy, was mixed with an unknown stench.

In a wax chair that restrained the entire body to preserve people as wax figures, an old man sat with his mouth gagged.

His name is Dorn.