At the age of seventy-eight, Mu Ziyue was pushed into a livestream by his own granddaughter and forced to put on a black-stocking maid outfit.
“Grandpa, you wouldn't want me to default on my online loans, would you?”
He sighed.
Fine. He'd wear it. These old bones weren't worth much anyway.
He had lived for centuries, clawed his way through mountains of corpses in the apocalypse, and watched with his own eyes as genes collapsed and humanity devolved into beasts. He knew better than anyone: this world was beyond saving.
So he ran. He escaped to the countryside to live like an ordinary old man, growing vegetables, taking strolls, and waiting to die.
But his descendants were so useless that they had to make Grandpa put on a show.
Fine, a maid outfit it was. Anyway... wait.
His granddaughter's best friend suddenly suffered a genetic disorder.
He raised a hand without thinking, and suppressed it.
The livestream went wild. The trending searches exploded. The Genetic Management Bureau came knocking.
“Sir, you can save the world!”
Mu Ziyue smiled.
Save it?
If I could have saved it, I would have done so three hundred years ago.
Why wait until now, when I'm wearing this shabby maid outfit?
[A powerless old man who only wants to retire in peace. But this world won't even grant him that much.]
Not human anymore. So amazing.
How do you praise yourself? 🤔