The facts proved that living each day optimistically and fulfillingly really had nothing to do with Luo Chuan.
Half an hour after heading out, he regretted it.
Why had he come out when he had nothing better to do? The sun was hanging so huge in the sky—this obviously was not weather for going out and having fun, was it?
Wouldn't it have been more comfortable to lie on the sofa, holding a Magic Phone in one hand and an ice-cold Cola in the other?
And most importantly of all...
This book was supposed to be about selling things, hey!
How much of what he was doing now actually fit that theme?!
Luo Chuan grumbled inwardly as he casually found a place that looked like a cold-drink shop and walked in.
A cool breeze immediately swept over him, making him shiver.
It felt like suddenly entering an air-conditioned room in the middle of a scorching summer. The stimulation made it seem as though his entire body had come back to life.
Naturally, Sainia had no such thing as air conditioning.
As a world powered by magic, development here naturally had not stagnated, and many related items had emerged.
For instance, the Magic Formations used for cooling right before his eyes.
To this world, the application of this sort of supernatural power was probably about as widespread as air conditioning.
So, one should never blindly believe the scenes depicted in certain novels.
They already had magic—would their daily lives really remain unchanged?
One had to know that the development of civilization had always been comprehensive. Of course, that was assuming there were not too many external disruptions.
(The external disruptions here referred to things on the level of a world crisis.)
Luo Chuan did not know when he had developed the