Looking at the corpse ginseng in his hand, which radiated an ominous aura, Jiang Qiao felt as though he were a kite.
He seemed to soar through the blue sky, but an invisible string always tugged at him, guiding him steadily along some predetermined course.
Unfortunately, he lacked the strength to explore the secrets behind it.
Even every increase in his own strength was inextricably tied to that hidden power. Without it, he probably would have ended up dead in the street just days after crossing over.
How else could he have advanced at such a terrifying pace, reaching the Eighth Tier in less than a year?
But the more that was true,
the more uneasy he felt.
Mostly, he could not see what value he offered or why the other party would invest in him.
Was someone really just raising venomous creatures at random to see which survived?
But wouldn't that require making him fight the other creatures?
Throughout his journey,
he had encountered plenty of danger, but he had never truly been backed into a hopeless corner.
What kind of survival-of-the-fittest experiment was that?
Surely the people behind this can't be my parents?
What if they never really died, but went to another world to make a life for themselves?
They left me ten apartment buildings back then.
Enough to keep me comfortably fed and clothed.
Now they've established themselves here and brought me over to enjoy the good life. Worried I'd become spoiled and decadent, they gave me a few challenges to work through?
So I went from a rich second generation to a ghost second generation?
No, wait.
With that much power, wouldn't they have to be deities at the very least?
Should I write a book called An Eerie Beginning: My Parents Are Gods?
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