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I wrote a great many words, and then deleted them all. The moment I realized none of them would change anything, a wave of futility washed over me. But I will write anyway. As I’ve said before, I owe myself that much. I believe this: In any place where human labor is cheap, human life will be cheap as well. And where human life is cheap, the fate of animals is already decided. This is not sentiment—it is an observable, repeatable law. Civilization has never been defined by a

Levels of writing, from easy to impossible. Which level are you at? 【Beginner】 Level 1: I have an idea, but I haven’t started writing. Level 2: I’m writing a book, but it’s not finished. Level 3: I finished a book. Level 4: I’ve written several books, totaling over one million words. Level 5: I’ve written even more, totaling over ten million words. 【Intermediate】 Level 6: My work has reached online view counts equal to 1% of a nation’s population. (Examples: Japan ~1.3M; Indi

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Earlier today, while I was in the bathroom and casually jotting down ideas for The Last Noetik, I suddenly found myself understanding why mindless power‑fantasy fiction dominates the mainstream market. Most readers love heroes, yet despise the suffering that makes a hero. What they truly want is to slip into the hero’s place— to ease, even slightly, the frustration they carry in real life. And so they avert their eyes from hardship, avoiding it as if by instinct. Reality is p

Four a.m. Another brief moment of rest. There’s something that has been lodged in my chest for a long time, and I want to write it down. It concerns an incident that happened while I was in the middle of writing GHOST INDEX. By then, the book was nearly finished. When I told a certain elder that I was working on GHOST INDEX, what I received was not encouragement or praise, but a warning— a warning that carried the clear implication: “If you keep going, you will be destroyed.”

I have a habit: A few days after publishing a piece, I go back and read it again. Not for proofreading. Not for editing. But in a far more merciless way — to excavate the flaws I failed to see the first time. This piece is exactly such a case :“The True Face of Civilization Is a Devourer — Our Menu Consists Only of the Poor, the Weak, and the Marginalized.” It is a topic I have wanted to write for a long time, but kept postponing out of sheer laziness. It is too big. Writin

In recent days, a series of fires at temples across Japan has filled me with profound grief and rage. Ancient buildings, sacred statues, and spiritual symbols that have carried over a thousand years of Japanese history and national spirit are collapsing in fierce flames, reduced to ash and scorched earth. From my personal perspective, I cannot definitively confirm that these fires are deliberate. But I also cannot bring myself to believe they are merely a string of unfortunat