"But you're all human. What makes anyone better or worse than anyone else?" Kafka said gently. "Don't tell me you're feeling inferior?"
"No." Chu Mu shook his head. "I just think she had everything growing up. Someone raised in that kind of environment really is very different from someone like me."
Chu Mu's childhood had been painful.
Asta had been free to pursue her interests and dreams, and her family had wholeheartedly supported her in doing so.
She had access to the most advanced astronomical telescopes to indulge her love of stargazing.
But in her place, Chu Mu would only have thought about two things-
How can I make money? What's the fastest way to earn it?
Growing up in that environment, Chu Mu had suppressed his inner desires for so long that he didn't even know what his interests were.
As for dreams, Chu Mu would never presume to hope for them.
Things like that were far beyond his reach.
Asta had visited many star systems with her mother, while even basking in sunlight was an extravagant wish for children in the Underworld.
The difference between them was probably even greater than the difference between the Underworld's rats and its vagrants!
That was precisely why, even though Chu Mu and Asta were in the same cabin, the distance between them already felt like an insurmountable gulf.
They were the two people closest in age aboard the ship. Yet their different upbringings had created a barrier between them.
Chu Mu felt neither inferior nor envious, because he simply didn't think he and Asta belonged on the same path.
Their time together was merely a point where their paths through life intersected.
Once two straight lines crossed, they would only grow farther apart.
Having recognized that, Chu Mu regarded Asta as