Moving bricks at the construction site.
Four groups of people gathered in my work shed with DNA reports.
One group said that I was the only son of a missing rich man, and that I had a fortune worth trillions waiting for me to inherit.
One group of people said that I carry the blood of an ancient emperor and should go back to lead the hidden family.
The last group of people looked at the report, then looked at me, and suddenly they all knelt down and shouted: "Welcome the return of the ancestor!"
I looked at my calloused hands from lifting bricks, and then at the pile of reports on the table that said I was "inhuman."
No, everyone...
I said it's just because of my strength, why do you call me ancestor?
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I like this kind of first-person perspective work, which is quite rare.
I like this kind of first-person perspective work, which is quite rare.