Each Shows What They've Got
"Fuck your Workshop!"
"Fuck your artisan exam!"
"Fuck your Association, fuck your Sin Corruption..."
Within the ruins of the Observation Station, Lou Feng, filthy and covered in dust, struggled to reach out, dragging a bag of scavenged canned food as he crawled out through a gap, gasping heavily.
He raised a hand, pulled out a worm that had crawled into his collar, and crushed it in passing.
He could not even summon the urge to scream anymore.
He had long since gone completely numb.
He was tired. Let destruction take it all.
He had never uttered so many curse words with such a high fuck-to-word ratio in his life.
"Why the fuck was I competing with that Ji guy... If I'd known, I wouldn't have come this time around..."
After a night of untold hardship, faced with such a disastrous situation, Lou Da Shao, unwilling to be eliminated so miserably, could only struggle desperately like a salted fish tossed into a vat of sauce.
After all, he had already made all those bold declarations before coming. If he got sent home after failing to even pass the first preliminary round...
Master Kong, a few days ago: "I won't force you if you want to give it a try. But if you fail and make me lose face, you should know the consequences when you come back, right?"
He knew. He knew far too well.
Besides, even without his teacher's potential stimulation, he urgently needed an artisan certificate to wash away the increasingly delinquent image his family had of him.
When he said goodbye to grandfather before leaving, he accidentally used the wrong sentence-ending particle, making the atmosphere exceptionally awkward. All Lou Da Shao could say about that was: It was all that fucker Ji Jue's