["Hmm, 9527 did a good job. This piece of 'firewood' had plenty of strength! It let me form twelve bones in one go!"]
[9527 had already been working for you for several days.]
[He felt he had nothing left to live for.]
[In his previous life, 9527 had been a scholar on Tanjia Star. He had even earned a fairly respectable ranking in the imperial examinations dominated by the Alien Races, though he had not received an official post.]
[But his family had been well-off, and he had never wanted for food or clothing.]
[Bear in mind, he was a member of the Human Race. Living a life like that made him one in ten thousand.]
[He had no regrets about his life. He had been perfectly content.]
[Who would have thought that a moment's decision on the Naihe Bridge would lead him to choose not to reincarnate?]
[-It was precisely people like him, who had no regrets in life, who were more likely to choose not to reincarnate. Those with regrets would desperately want to return, even if it meant becoming someone else.]
[As a result, the moment he opened his eyes, the Bone Mountain King's minions captured him, taught him how to temper his bones and cultivate by consuming Ghostfire, and hired him on the spot as a Firewood Picker.]
[He had lived like a young master while alive, only to become a wage slave after death.]
[9527, or rather, Meng Lang, felt terribly wronged.]
[Several hundred years passed like this.]
[Now he had to work not only for the Bone Mountain King but for you as well. 9527 could not have felt more wronged.]
[The crucial thing was that he had actually seen the Bone Mountain King torture Firewood Pickers who failed to meet their quotas.]
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