My name was Ouyang Tian.
My aunt was an Otherworldly Expert, a renowned lawyer in the mysterious world.
My uncle was an Otherworldly User, a rare prophecy-type Otherworldly User.
My cousin was an Otherworldly Master, the fastest person in history to become both an Otherworldly Expert and an Otherworldly Master.
Everyone in my cousin's family was an Otherworldly User.
And lastly, there was me. I was an Otherworldly User too.
The people I used to hate most were those who started with a winning hand, only to let someone else take the victory in the end.
And the people I hated most of all were those with no self-awareness. They clearly rose through the ranks by relying on relatives, yet kept causing trouble for those relatives until they had exhausted every bit of affection, turning a winning start into a hellish one.
Gao Ya Nei was a distant example, and there were even more nearby examples.
In short, I could not become the kind of person I hated most.
Over the past two days, thanks to my cousin again, I had received another excellent opportunity to improve my Otherworldly Seed.
Heaven could bear witness that I had not wasted a moment. I had even made use of the time I spent eating fish.
After all, I could not let people say that my cousin played favorites, nor could I let them say I was unworthy of my position.
In fact, I knew that many former colleagues and even friends envied and mocked me behind my back, saying I was merely an opportunistic petty person with no real ability whatsoever.
But I did not care.
After all, in a hundred years, everyone mocking me would be dead.
Why should I argue with a group of people already destined to die? Arguing