Big Yellow stole a glance at the light screen. Only when he saw that it had really closed did he breathe a sigh of relief.
After settling back into place, he said, "My lord, I know my bloodline isn't pure, but I had no choice."
"What do you mean?" Nameless asked curiously.
All right.
In truth, he didn't care what kind of dog Big Yellow was.
Human grudges had nothing to do with Doggie. Besides, Big Yellow might not even be from Earth. Japan might never have existed in his old world.
Big Yellow then told a story so enviable it was almost unbearable.
In short, his parents were too powerful. They knew people throughout the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, so anything he accomplished was credited to them.
His parents were just a pair of bastard dogs who loved flaunting their affection everywhere. Why did all his hard work have to be credited to that irresponsible couple?
He refused to accept it and rebelled in all sorts of ways. None of it worked.
Even when he stole an immortal pill that some mighty figure had labored to refine, the man had merely beaten him on account of his parents—though the beating left him unable to get out of bed for three or four hundred years.
Finally, one day, Big Yellow snapped. Was he nothing without the halo of his powerful parents?
He decided to run away to a small world where nobody knew him. As luck would have it, he happened upon one with a Special Space.
In the end, he came to Divine Treasure Space and quietly opened this shop.
"..."
When Big Yellow finished his story, Nameless looked at him with an almost icy gaze.
"That's the whole story, my lord. Is something wrong?" Big Yellow asked,