Wenren Sheng wandered about, and before he knew it, he had arrived at a bar.
"Let's have a good drink! Damn it, those spores parasitizing me were such a pain. Every day, it was balanced vegetables and meat, no soft drinks, no hard liquor, and regular sleep. I can finally control my own time!" A muscular man who had clearly slimmed down through fitness training laughed loudly.
When someone went from fat to thin, obvious marks remained on their skin.
"Yeah, the spore parasitizing me was awful too. It wouldn't let me touch a single woman and made me practice marksmanship every day. I hated it to death."
"Mine was even worse. It made me read all kinds of math books every day. It still hurts when I think about it."
A group of people shouted smugly, venting the misery of being unable to control their own bodies.
But to Wenren Sheng, hadn't that been good for them?
Right, no, it hadn't. The spores had done it for their own good.
By that logic, making the spores disappear was not necessarily a good thing. There were too many fallen people.
Every day, they would only drink, only numb themselves, and do nothing at all.
Still, that was their own choice.
Just as he was thinking this, Wenren Sheng suddenly changed his mind.
He heard several armed men drinking and talking in a corner of the bar. "Tomorrow, we'll go into town and announce our return. Make them pay back all the money from this time."
"Right, and make them hand over a few women. The prettiest ones."
"Ha ha ha!"
Seeing this, Wenren Sheng was still a little angered.
He rarely got angry.
Some people truly were beyond saving. The spores should occupy those bodies blessed by nature.
With that