Magic Mushroom

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This is really the only manga that every person should read perfectly regarding today's culture and issues, sheer satisfaction from the first panel to the last and reason I believe God is real. Never in my life have I been so desperate to find out about a story and never in my life have I masturbated on the same 10 pages in my life, this overcrowded feeling of pleasure increases every time I read it again,Magic mushroom. A real addiction is what I have worst than any Dementia I have ever heard of, but better than what life can give me in a thousand years.
10/10

When my friend sent me a link to this manga, I honestly thought that it was a bad joke. Let's not even talk about the synopsis, just look at the other reviews - they must be trolling, right?

Wrong.
I've never been so wrong in my entire life.

The storytelling is fast paced yet detailed, the characters are complex and feel real while not being boring. It's really hard to find words to describe this - I'm literally crying tears of joy, thankful to my past self, who decided to read this despite all the doubts.

Don't make the mistake I almost made, read this.

Once in a lifetime you'll come across a manga that truly captures the history and cultural distinctions of the modern world the way a person can subjectively perceive it through our guided field of perspective. I have to admit, I had my doubts when I first learned of the Manga. After all, Magic Mushroom? Will this Manga even be good? How ignorant was I to even have these thoughts. Little did I know I was about to indulge in what may have been the best time of my life. The manga started out strong. The opening pages enticed the audience with a captivating enigma. I ... was so taken aback from the next-generation drawingd that I almost didn't even realize the underlying symbolism in the ongoing picturs. It wasn't until my twenty sixth reading of the manga where I finally got my bearings together and was able to focus on the gripping and labyrinthine stratagem. The underlying analogy for 19th century distopianism and the evangelical deviation of typical orthodoxy was enlightening to say the least. Just when I thought the manga could not get any better, the increasing conflict before the climax began. I could not believe the complexity of the story as the main protagonist (forgot name), struggled with the everyday endeavors for a quintessential bee such as the consistent up- hill altercation of the fight against misogyny and the fiscal synergy of opposing interplanetary dynamisms. There I was, gripping to my chair as the conflict of the manga began. I was so enticed by the manga that I felt as if I was both practically and relatively apart of the manga. This is a special kind of high that not even the strongest of drugs can give you. Was I part of the manga? Am I inside the manga right now? This manga will leave you questioning existential nihilism and the objective skepticism of our perceived valuation of anthropological existence. At this point in the manga, I was fully intoxicated by the avant-garde art style. That's when the plot finally aggrandized and I was completely stupefied. You could have lived a thousand years of isolation trying to predict the plot twist and you would never even scratch the surface of what actually transpires in the manga. I was so bewildered that I actually had to stop reading so that my existential crisis didn't dive too deep inside of myself. Even breathing while reading the manga was surreal. It's almost as if life stopped with the manga. I felt as though I had actually become a bitchass tangent quantum. The effects are still wearing off and I haven't been able to read the manga in several years. I spent the following seven years afraid of what outside of my house actually looks like. Every single day and night I live in misery because I became fully aware that happiness is never achievable. I realized that human life has absolutely no meaning and that no matter what I ever do, it is of complete unimportance and in years from now, no recollection of my existence will prevail, meaning that if I died years ago, died now, or die sometime in the future it will not matter whatsoever to anyone. But, then again, the fact that I'm living doesn't matter either so I might as well stick around for awhile, living in complete isolation, condemned to a life of traumatic memories and a completely corrupted sub-conscience. Magic Mushroom literally ruined my life. 10/10