That night, lying in bed, Makuli's mind was filled with the trillion he had been promised. Even now, he still had no idea how many digits a trillion actually had! He had no idea how many "little demons" that money could help him save. Although he had to feed the little demons every time he spent money, making it look like a terrible deal, he was still a great and selfless man, wasn't he? The more he learned about the world around him, the more he longed to become rich and gain status, to enter and leave luxurious upper-class gatherings like those great figures and sleep with wealthy young ladies and socialites.
Yet he had grown somewhat irritated, even frightened, by his current life!
Number Nine's casual slash had struck his back, cutting not only through his skin and flesh, but also through his courage and resolve.
Sometimes, he even wondered if Lucia was so powerful, why wasn't having her alone enough? Why did they still have to cultivate together?
How could they possibly catch up to Lucia in this area? What she was doing was completely meaningless. If no one could surpass her, wouldn't it be enough for her to cultivate hard on her own?
Since no matter what the others did, they could never surpass him, why force them to cultivate hard as well?
He didn't understand. He just felt that this was... It wasn't unfair. It was simply unnecessary.
A happy and satisfying life made it too easy to forget past suffering. He had already forgotten what his life had been like on the garbage mountain. Now, he only wanted a better life.
Just as he drifted between sleep and wakefulness, his wristband suddenly began to vibrate. He rubbed his eyes and opened it. It was an