Having thought it through, Jiu Ming stopped dwelling on the matter. Comparing himself to others was nothing but asking for trouble.
"Yo... got promoted, huh." Jiu Ming smiled at the returning Li Xingke. "What new commission is it this time?"
"...No, there are no more commissions." Li Xingke shook his head without cracking a smile. Everything he had wanted had now been achieved, and all of it had been made possible by the mysterious young man of unknown origin before him.
Seeing him again after more than a month, Li Xingke felt that Jiu Ming carried an indescribable air about him—a sense that he was about to leave. Strange. Why had that feeling suddenly surfaced the moment he saw him?
Even Li Xingke himself could not understand why he had suddenly thought that.
"Did something happen to you?" Shaking his head, he temporarily cast aside his original train of thought.
"Hm? Why do you ask?" Jiu Ming gave him a curious look. He appeared lazy and listless now, but it was not by choice. Most of his energy was being spent resisting the world's force of rejection.
Naturally, he was not feeling particularly energetic.
"A feeling... What happened to you?"
"Is it already that obvious?" Jiu Ming let out a breath. The world's force of rejection had never been so simple. If someone native to a world was rejected by that world, then they would absolutely be the sort born under a baleful star—if they did not choke to death while drinking water, slip on a banana peel and tumble into a sewer to their death, or get smashed to death by a flowerpot falling from overhead, then their entire life would still be filled with hardships. Who knew what kind of unlucky bastard would receive such special attention from