When people were in desperate straits, they could really do anything! From repairing spacecraft equipment to bathing people and scrubbing their backs!
After entering society, Wallace had been exactly like that. For a Martial Artist like him, especially one who wanted a bright future, cultivation was an extravagant behavior. He simply could not stand that step-by-step cultivation where he might fail to advance even a single level for days or decades. What he wanted was to increase his cultivation as quickly as possible and reach the best possible level of strength.
Yes, he had seen how well some high-level extraordinary people lived. He had also seen low-level extraordinary people whose lives were only slightly better than those of Ordinary People. Some low-level extraordinary people were even employed by Ordinary People and ordered around by them.
Therefore, if he wanted to rise above the rest and live well, he needed strength. And cultivating that strength required him to work hard to earn money and buy all the Cultivation Resources that could improve his abilities.
So Wallace had done every kind of job. Dirty work, exhausting work, work others refused to do—even tasks that Ordinary People were willing to accept, he would snatch up as long as the pay was good enough.
Through such diligence, his strength underwent earth-shaking changes in just a few years. His cultivation talent had already been good, and with Cultivation Resources, his progress naturally advanced by leaps and bounds.
Once, an employer spent a large sum to send him to No Man's Land to collect a debt. Yet after Wallace arrived, he was like a mouse that had fallen into a flour vat. It was as though he had discovered a new continent.
No one managed this place. The people here governed themselves, and every form of