“My life seems to have gone terribly wrong…” “Is there anyone more useless than me?” “Heavens, I hate you!”
Qiu Bai muttered to himself.
In a foul mood, Qiu Bai headed to the riverbank, which he hadn’t visited in ages. From his tiny room of less than ten square meters, he took out an extremely old fishing rod and sat alone by the river. After an hour, he’d caught nothing but a bit of trash and junk. Maybe it was because he was already in a bad mood, but the more he looked at the things he’d hauled in himself, the more disappointed and indignant he became...
“Why? Why! Why does everything I do turn out wrong?”
Qiu Bai tilted his head toward the blue sky and let out a stream of curses.
“Thump! Thump!” Suddenly, he felt a commotion beneath his feet. The fishing rod beside him was shaking violently! Overjoyed, Qiu Bai bent down and grabbed it with both hands, determined to land the enormous fish...
“Crack!…” In an instant, the rod snapped like a runaway horse breaking free...
Qiu Bai’s foot slipped. Before him lay a river rushing with a violent current!
“Did I fail again?”
“Heh, life really is awful.”
“Goodbye, world...”
Qiu Bai calmly closed his eyes. Those three lines were his final words of praise for the world.
When he opened his eyes again, a figure in blue robes stood before him…
