Super Saiyan God (3)

"I am a failure. I hardly ever notice whether the sun is shining or not, because I have no time.

"My parents couldn't support me, and I wasn't well educated. Alone in the city, I searched for a future.

"I looked for many jobs, but none would hire me. Maybe no one liked someone who wasn't good at talking, didn't enjoy socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.

"For three whole days, I ate only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Luckily, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement instead of going outside to endure the abnormally cold winter winds.

"Finally, I found a job: working the night shift at a hospital, guarding the morgue at night.

"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The corridor wall lamps weren't lit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the faint light spilling out from the rooms to see where I was stepping.

"It smelled awful there. From time to time, dead bodies arrived stuffed into body bags, and we worked together to carry them into the morgue.

"It wasn't a good job, but at least I could afford bread. I could also use my free time at night to study. After all, no one wanted to come to the morgue unless a body needed to be delivered or taken away for cremation. Of course, I still didn't have enough money to buy books, nor could I see any hope of saving any.

"I had to thank my former colleague. If he hadn't suddenly quit, I might not even have gotten a job like this.

"I dreamed of taking turns handling the day shift. Sleeping when the sun rose and getting up after