Some even felt that Black Dragon, that brat, would never have been able to stay on this ranking for so long if he had not relied on his father's influence.
Black Dragon pondered for a long, long time, just as he was about to shut his mouth.
Before long, the other party continued, "Of course, you don't have to reply to me right away. After all, I know everyone is different. You just need to get your mindset and emotions under control."
"Don't go crying outside all day, making yourself out to be so miserable. If people saw it, they might think I was bullying you. Your ranking is definitely on the decline now. There's no room for debate anymore, understand what I mean?"
Not long after those few words were spoken, Black Dragon collapsed onto the ground and wept bitterly. To Black Dragon, his life had always been utterly miserable. It seemed as though he had never properly done a single thing well. His father had always called him useless, saying either that his life was completely ruined or that he was no better than a pile of shit.
So after his father died, Black Dragon had worked himself to the bone, desperately trying to become better, all so he could shut his father's mouth. But later, he realized that truly becoming someone capable was incredibly difficult.
Because his father had now become one of those dead people whose spirits watched from heaven. Even if he wanted to offer Black Dragon advice, he could no longer open his mouth. As for the true friends who had once followed behind him—
They had gradually distanced themselves from him as well, because his personality was simply too blunt. Even when people considered his feelings and said kind things to him, he