Weapons of light slay undead zombies, thunder stomps annihilate mutant lickers. Charged psychic cannons pierce the Alien Queen, and the radiant sun dispels cursed ghosts. Surrounded by psychic energy, I confront the Night Parade of Hundred Demons, while my psychic shield protects me. Lion's roar terrifies the undead, psychic beasts: dragons and tigers roar, thunder dragons emerge from the sea; a thousand lotuses bloom to battle a fiery tornado.

Albert has never had any big ambitions. He has always thought of himself as a salted fish. He was reborn and turned on the panel cheat sheet. This is the proper way to become a winner in life.

When Albert was planning to make a salted fish with a goal, the Owl sent an invitation from Hogwarts, and he realized that he had traveled to the world of Harry Potter novels.

Now, Albert is considering how to be a dreamy salted fish in the magic world.

(Daily essays, fan-oriented, not dedicated to alchemy, please ignore the title of the book and see the work if you have any questions.)