Because in the raw, final chapter—the one not yet translated, not yet spoiled, not yet written—the one who endures wins. And surely, in the end, he will win.

The moment the protagonist says "I will fight," the genre shifts from Netorare (cuckoldry) to . The women who left are no longer the prize—victory is. The Hero, once the unassailable paragon, becomes a target. The protagonist's goal is no longer to win back the heroines; it is to prove that the Hero's victory was hollow.

Reading a "raw" text is difficult. It requires effort, patience, and a willingness to struggle with meaning. This mirrors the protagonist's journey. The raw, unpolished title—with its awkwardly long phrase and abrupt shifts—feels like a man talking to himself in a dark room, trying to piece together a plan. The grammar isn't perfect because his life isn't perfect.