Meng Liangcheng was precisely that depressed idler. Sometimes he even thought that it would have been better if he had never awakened. Then he would only have been depressed for those few minutes before death.
Unlike now, when he had no motivation for anything, forming a stark contrast with everyone else.
An identity like an idler was something he had despised most in life—Eastern Continent had such a good environment. He himself had been an orphan; although his relatives had disliked him and everyone had found him detestable, he had still grown up safely and received the education he was supposed to receive. Under such circumstances, why not work hard, improve one's life, and contribute to society?
Yet now, he was utterly dispirited. He had struggled for half his life, only to be defeated by an unforeseen calamity.
God had to exist. Otherwise, he would not have been awakened from that hazy abyss.
If God could hear his voice, then please let him truly come back to life. Even if only for one day... that seemed like too little time to arrange everything.
Then three days. No, still not enough... three months.
Forget it. Since he was already praying to God, he might as well ask to continue living normally...
He thought bitterly, trying to amuse himself, when a voice suddenly sounded beside his ear. "Do you wish to understand the meaning of life? Do you wish to truly—live once more?"
"I do," he said without hesitation.
"Very good. Sign this agreement, and you will gain such an opportunity."
A book then appeared before Meng Liangcheng. Wenren Sheng was a fair man, after all, and had prepared the standard Patrol Division contract for him—five hundred pages in total. Wasn't that practically a book? Don't think it was too much; this