At eighteen, you had reached this planet's age of adulthood—and the age when it was time to start discussing marriage.
Although with your talent and looks, finding a girl would be easy, the senior researchers at the institute still reminded you that after working at Entropy Ash headquarters for a few years, you might go bald while still young.
By then, it would not be easy to find a young, beautiful, virtuous, and gentle girl. So it was better to seize the opportunity early and try to find a good wife. That way, amid the heavy workload, you could at least find comfort in your family.
Many researchers at Entropy Ash headquarters had been proud and arrogant in their youth. They thought they were in no rush, and that if they were going to find someone, she had to be an outstanding girl in every respect to be worthy of them.
But what happened? They discovered that the intensity of work at the Entropy Ash headquarters research institute meant that, in the end, they basically only came into contact with girls from the institute and pilots of the Molten Knights.
They thought, surely you could not look for a partner among those two groups.
The former were 996 wage slaves just like you. After finishing work at the institute each day, they went home and collapsed into bed. Steaming hot meals, warm blankets, cozy embraces, a well-kept home... If you really got together with them, forget about it.
As for the latter, the Molten Knight pilots, they were seen as a bunch of short-lived ghosts. You could not possibly choose to marry someone who might die on the battlefield at any moment, or die from Entropy Loss Syndrome, could you?
You merely smiled calmly and gave no response.
One afternoon,