Remaining Ability (Part 2)

After discovering that his combat power was only 0.1, Zhang Miao looked at the Rat-shaped Hollow before him again and suddenly found it much more pleasing to the eye.

Because whenever he looked at it, Zhang Miao was reminded of his former self.

Back when Zhang Miao had just become independent, there was a convenience store beside his rented room. Every time he returned from setting up his stall, he would ask the owner to open a five-yuan pack of cigarettes, then spend fifty cents to buy two.

He did this neither because he was quitting smoking nor because there was something wrong with his mind, but because he was poor!

So poor that he could not bear to buy an entire pack of cigarettes and could only buy two at a time to satisfy his craving.

As for whether that was embarrassing, Zhang Miao never considered it. After all, how could someone who worried about whether he would have another meal after finishing the current one spare the thought for such a luxury as pride?

Although Zhang Miao's life had gradually improved afterward, that memory had always remained in his mind, and now it surfaced once more.

Zhang Miao felt as though he had returned to those destitute days, while this ridiculously weak Rat-shaped Hollow before him was like the cheap cigarettes he used to buy one by one.

At that thought, Zhang Miao let out a long breath, then raised a hand at the Rat-shaped Hollow crouching before him.

"All right, get up first. By the way, do you have a name?"

"No!"

The Rat-shaped Hollow, who had just stood up, immediately shook his head upon hearing Zhang Miao's words. "I don't have a name. Master can call me anything!"

"Is that so? Then I'll give you one.