Seeing this utterly ordinary commission, Chen Luo found himself thinking.
But bluntly speaking, this was the sort of wish an ordinary person should have.
It was unlike the golden Godhood Quota Chen Luo had just produced, which could let someone soar to the heavens in a single step. Nor was it as important as an Aeon's wish, capable of affecting the fate and course of an entire world.
To the Star Rail, constantly traveling the path of Trailblazing, saving worlds, extending a helping hand to those treated unfairly, and refusing to ignore acts that violated justice had become normal.
Yet the Star Rail's reputation had spread throughout the universe, and it had even received a personal invitation from Penacony.
There were too many protagonists in the bar. Though everyone was the supporting character in someone else's life, growing up, watching all expectations come to nothing, recognizing oneself, entering society, and facing life's troubles were what truly counted as normal.
Even Chen Luo's life before becoming a Talent User, though he had endured hardships while fulfilling all sorts of other people's requests, had still gone fairly smoothly.
The dreams of those protagonists might have been deeply moving, but their efforts often brought rewards.
They were willing to die for their convictions, able to come into contact with broader and more wondrous powers, and ready to give everything for their ideals.
But more of the world's troubles came down to firewood, rice, oil, and salt.
"I heard you've pledged yourself to the Aeon of Beauty?" Stelle asked the small company employee, Vellit.
"Silver Wolf told you, right? Sigh, that guy... The truth is, before he saved me, he said this: 'First, swear that the Pure Beauty Goddess Idrila possesses peerless beauty.' I said I could swear, but could he pull me out