On Ginkgo Mountain.
The old man and Zong Cheng had already played seven games. Zong Cheng had lost every one, yet he showed not the slightest impatience, as if he were completely immersed in the joy of chess.
The old man glanced at him. "You lose every time, so why keep playing?" Zong Cheng smiled. "It fits my life perfectly. I actually envy people like you and Qing Chen. You were born to win. You have good looks, good backgrounds, and bloodlines blessed with extraordinary talent, while I have nothing."
Zong Cheng said, "People like me were born to fail again and again. When I woke up in that underground base where daylight never reached, I still had to watch out for the Experimental Subjects left behind inside. I started on hell mode, born straight into hell. After finally escaping, I knew nothing. First Generation's body even had a kidney cut out in District 9 of City No. 5, and after that kidney was removed, he was sold to a black-hearted mine as a laborer."
"After finally awakening supernatural abilities, I controlled a few miners and escaped back to the city, only to find that I couldn't even afford food. I took those miners into factories, doing the hardest work for the lowest wages. We worked sixteen hours a day, yet only earned enough to fill our stomachs... You may not believe it, but Qing Chen and I actually had the same goal. The reason I swore to control the entire world was because I wanted to end the era of you plutocrats."
This time, the old man was genuinely surprised.
To be honest, even he had not expected that the first brutal beating Zong Cheng received after coming to the human world would be exploitation and oppression from the