Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wang Ye sat on that rock for a long time, recovering until he finally felt as though he had come back to life.
Sometimes, he really felt like the protagonist of some novel, defying fate and changing his destiny.
His strength had also risen steadily, advancing triumphantly all the way.
But those protagonists had cheat codes, old grandpas, mounts, and powerful backers.
As for him...
He had once had a cheat code—the Post Office.
Then he discovered it had been arranged for him by some big shot, all to set a scheme around him.
An old grandpa.
He had once had one too. Zhang Ziliang probably counted as one, and then he died.
A powerful backer...
He was someone else's powerful backer now, damn it.
As for a mount...
Fine, he did have one. He had just snatched it from that little girl a few days ago.
You never noticed when you didn't think about it, but once he seriously looked back on the past year or so, it was nothing but hardship.
Even the benefits brought by his "cheat code" had been won by risking his life.
If the big shot plotting around him had not been reluctant to let him die just like that, the grass on his grave would probably be several feet tall by now.
Who the hell won every bet? How many times had he lost already?
Wang Ye truly did not dare think about it anymore. With a helpless sigh, he rose from the rock.
No matter what, life had to go on.
If the place Maitreya had his eye on really was the scene in that mural, then he would have no chance to get there anytime soon. That meant Wang Ye still had