"Huh? How could I in this timeline be so weak? No, the abilities in his body... So that's how it is. In that case, I'll give you a hand."
At that moment, in a small room of less than thirty square meters in a rundown apartment building, everything was tiny but spotlessly clean. You could tell the person living there was very particular. A young man in nothing but shorts, bare-chested, was leaning against a small bed, holding his phone and reading some obscure novel.
The boy had none of the vigor of youth. His name was Wang Qiankun, a name that sounded profound, as if it could contain all things. And that was true: ever since childhood, Wang Qiankun had been a very thoughtful person, so he never fit in with the people around him. He thought the world was meaningless. So why should he study? Why waste time doing things he didn't enjoy? And so he dropped out of school and went looking for work while still young. In the end, he...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
