Does This Life Really Have Any Hope?

Does This Life Really Have Any Hope?

Li Yan and Editor Le, both from Constant Law City, had a profound understanding of the word "unemployment."

They had both been unemployed before. One had been driven from the Central District to the Lower District after losing his job, while the other had been kicked from the ranks of the quasi-upper class straight into homelessness.

During their time working in Constant Law City, they had also met a great number of homeless people, learned about their backgrounds, and compiled statistics. The various findings were shocking.

As Li Yan flipped through the project proposal Chen Yu had given him, he nodded repeatedly after reading for a while. President Chen's talent actually lay in dreamscapes.

At first, he had thought Chen Yu was a billionaire and a master theorist. Later, he found out he was a medical expert, then a powerful puppet master.

But now, he realized Chen Yu's true profession was still in Dreamscape Game.

Talent was like the smell on a homeless person. It really could not be hidden.

Although he saw the immense potential in the other man, Li Yan was not envious in the slightest. Instead, he felt it was only natural.

As the incarnation of the Benevolence Star Lord, lacking real ability would only make people wonder whether something had gone wrong with the Benevolence Star Lord, preventing the incarnation from exerting its full strength.

The dreamscape setting of My Unemployment Life was not complicated, but just reading it let one feel the immense terror within.

Economic downturn, soaring unemployment.

Those nine short words made Li Yan's adrenaline surge.

Others saw a story setting. What he remembered was his own miserable fall from the Central District to the Lower District, wandering between hunger and fear every day and living