I Just Want to Slack Off, but I’m Forced to Save the World!

Other people cultivate through talent. I cultivate by spending money.

There’s an all-knowing, all-powerful white-haired little girl living inside me. Sounds amazing, right?

It is pretty amazing, but keeping this little menace fed is going to be the death of me. One meal costs me ten grand, and she charges extra for everything else.

To support this little goddess, I go to class during the day, wash feet at night, and risk my life in the Starfields on weekends.

I thought things couldn’t get any worse.

Then I had a dream, and some strange old man told me humanity was doomed and I had to save the world.

Seriously? Have you even looked at me? Do I look like someone who can save the world?