Blue Star, Tokyo!
On the last train of the night, the salaryman Moriyama Kentaro dragged his exhausted body along, his eyes numb and lifeless.
As an utterly ordinary salaryman, Moriyama Kentaro, like most people in Sakura Country, endured an intense workload.
Especially in the current climate, after Sakura Country lost its war with the Jieko Group, the country had been split in two. Everything west of Nagoya had been assigned to the puppet regime, Yamato Country, supported by the Jieko Group, while everything east of Nagoya remained under Sakura Country's control.
From that point onward, Sakura Country's situation had gone from bad to worse. The decline in national strength caused by the split, the cession of territory and payment of war reparations, along with a host of other conflicts, had made the country's workplace environment unbelievably cutthroat.
Take Moriyama Kentaro, for example. He had just finished twelve hours of work that day, working overtime until late into the night, and the income he received was barely enough to keep him alive.
"Damn boss, damn country, damn society."
Moriyama Kentaro cursed viciously in his heart. He wanted to break out of this cage, but he did not have the courage.
With Sakura Country's unemployment rate as it was, if he quit this job, finding a better one would be almost impossible. More likely, he would end up on the streets, perhaps even becoming a homeless man.
Bored, Moriyama Kentaro opened his phone and scrolled through short videos.
Cultivators appeared in the videos from time to time.
Some had become million-follower internet celebrities by virtue of being cultivators, educating the public about cultivation-related knowledge.
Some simply flaunted their martial strength, displaying how powerful they were.
Others were members of various supernatural organizations. They used the internet to promote their organizations and recruit