(Friendly reminder: don't read the first half of this chapter while eating.)
A fleet of spaceships traveled through the universe, drawing close to its destination.
Inside one spaceship, a human dressed in black wore a sleazy grin as he performed one ridiculous move after another.
Singing, dancing, rapping.
A closer look revealed that it was actually Wan Jiangui.
Back then, an Emperor Rank had slapped Wan Jiangui on the head and blown it apart, but a tiny spark of life had remained.
Among those traveling with him was a King Rank with the Light ability. Though Wan Jiangui was hardly likable, he was still a companion.
So the man had tried to save Wan Jiangui and brought him back.
Every member of the Mercenary Corps had to be at least King Rank. Anyone weaker wasn't qualified.
At level eight, Wan Jiangui could only work as a servant, waiting on everyone and performing to relieve the mercenaries' boredom.
Wan Jiangui did everything he could to please each and every one of them.
His antics had the mercenaries roaring with laughter.
Wan Jiangui chuckled along, smiling ingratiatingly.
They reached their destination.
It was a planet exceptionally suited to growing all kinds of plants. These mercenaries came here regularly to harvest herbs.
Wan Jiangui stared with shining eyes. Just then, a mercenary said, "Little Wan, the Corps Leader wants you to empty his chamber pot."
Wan Jiangui murmured an acknowledgment. He was deeply reluctant, but he didn't dare refuse.
Ever since he had arrived, every degrading chore had fallen to him.
Holding his breath, Wan Jiangui entered the Corps Leader's room. The Corps Leader held the highest position and was the strongest person aboard the spaceship.
But the Corps Leader's species had one flaw: their shit smelled absolutely foul.
Keeping his head down,