The Devil Turns into a Mortal

"You say that the path of cultivation is boring, but do you know? This mortal world, this firewood, rice, oil and salt, these days of working hard for a few taels of silver, are the real 'abyss'. Here, there are no magical powers that can destroy the world, only day after day. There is no eternal life, only the cycle of birth, old age, illness and death. This is the most difficult 'cultivation'." "So, you want to hear me bragging? Then I'll tell you, how awesome I used to be, and how embarrassed I am now. Is this considered a kind of 'awesomeness'?" He raised a hand stained with dust and engine oil, and moved it extremely slowly... Towards the shadow. There was no sarcasm or anger in his movements, only a bottomless exhaustion and a resignation-like drive. "Go back to your heaven." His voice was so low that it was almost covered by his snoring, "I'm an ant... It's time to go to sleep. I still have to clock in at six o'clock tomorrow morning." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.