He sighed, "I hope nothing goes wrong."

...

Something went wrong.

Ever since a few days ago, the workhorses assigned to the Recovery Department had felt that something was amiss... To be more precise, it was as if they were damned possessed!

Originally, when they heard that some young master from a big workshop had been kicked down to this miserable hole for starting a fight, everyone's hearts sank, and their asses clenched.

Cleaning up trash day and night as laborers was hard enough, but to have some do-nothing big shot lord it over them, who could bear it!

But bear it they must, and endure it they must, just like how few apprentices without power, influence, or anyone to rely on—who could only sell their labor—could keep their gutters tight and bouncy.

Money was hard to earn, food was hard to swallow, and if there were even a hint of something pleasant about this job, it wouldn't be left to these mass-produced tools of the higher-ups. True achievements and contributions were never to be begged for but were especially needed in even more adverse conditions.

Everyone had braced themselves for a young master languishing in his chair and piling on the pressure, but they certainly didn't expect—a goddamn crazier-than-them nutcase!

The moment he entered, he started laughing hysterically nonstop; upon seeing them as mere underlings, he didn't wave them off. After figuring out the work priorities, he dove into the workspace as if he had a death wish.

From daylight to nightfall, from nightfall to daylight.

Without even bringing a change of isolation suits, supervisors were almost in tears—If you want to die, do it somewhere else, bro! If you die here, not even my ashes could remain intact, okay?

Only after working to death six sets of tools did he yawn and go to sleep.

And just a few hours later, he reappeared in the workshop, resuming his work at a speed and efficiency that left others in the dust, inhaling all the scrapped equipment like a storm.

In just four or five days, this man alone had nearly polished off the recycled items from two batches, and still unsatisfied, he took on the work of others as well.

This evoked hot tears from the laborers, who were nearly ready to erect a shrine for him.

With such a heaven-sent big shot ahead relieving the pressure for everyone, the laborers from the Recovery Management Department actually managed to have a few good days, at least having more time to try to rid themselves of the Mutated Aura's pollution on their spiritual essence.

Completely different from the notorious reputations of psychopaths, lunatics, and monsters rumored amongst the young masters and misses, the judgment of Ji Jue from all the underlings could be summed up in four words:

—Regeneration parents!

As for his lackey who came later, he seemed to be from some workshop too?

Unclear.

Looking at him, he was probably there to assist, right?

"We are stars of the stockade~ Loveless and faded~ You say being together is tempting fate~"

The afternoon was prime working time. At this moment, Ji Jue, who had taken over an entire processing area, hung in mid-air without even a face mask, directly exposed to an environment of spiritual essence polluted by high concentrations of Mutated Pollution, skillfully dismantling an enormous metal column over two meters tall in front of him.

The seemingly seamless column, under the finesse of the Heavenly Skill, was taken apart piece by piece, fitting together almost imperceptibly, falling like rain.

Throw it in the Melting Furnace, Purification treatment.

The core components, housing Spiritual Circuits and various Superior Emblems, shattered under the force of the Dissociation Technique, turning into nothing but metallic dust floating down, like snowflakes, landing on Lou Feng's numb face.

Just as a shovel of dirt upon a coffin.

"But the snow—drifts into the eyes—"

"Stop singing!"

Lou Feng wailed, shaking his head, desperately trying to shake off the dust pollution from his body, and at the same time rid his mind of the mental pollution, he almost pleaded:

"Master Ji, please, I beg you, stop singing!!!"

If only Ji Jue had a bit more taste, he wouldn't be so drained in body and mind; if only Ji Jue understood a little about singing techniques, he wouldn't miss his psychologist so much!

No skill involved, it's all fucking emotion!

I don't know which son of a bitch Lu Feng is, but the songs that Ji Jue pirated from him are all sorts of tacky, earthy DJ beats, and lively mountain songs...

Now Ji Jue starts something and he almost sings it all out loud in his sleep.

It's only been a few days!

If this goes on, I feel like by the time I get back home, I'll probably have turned into a hick.

Maybe when I throw the car keys to the butler, I'll even caution him, "Be careful, don't scratch the ghost flame I just bought."

Thinking about that bleak future, I feel an impulse to just keel over and die right here.

Life is no longer worth living.

"Probe, probe!"

Ji Jue, hovering in mid-air, waved his hand without looking down, shouting, "Old Building, stop dazing, give me probe number eight!"

"Oh."

Almost like muscle memory, before Lou Feng could react, he had already handed over the tool. When he came to his senses, he found himself already refilling Ji Jue's water bottle with a hot water flask.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Damn, I've almost completely turned into a lackey!

How the hell am I supposed to live like this?!

Just a few days ago, as someone who had firsthand experience of the 'Association Apprentice Massacre,' Lou Feng hadn't even had time to go to sleep and comfort his wounded soul when his own teacher kicked him to this godforsaken place immediately after!

"Why?!"

At that time, Lou Feng was shocked, "Aren't we at odds with Tide Sound Workshop? Why bother with them?"

Master Kong replied without even lifting an eyelid, "I've never gotten along with that Ye person, but during the meeting, did you hear me object to anything she said?"

"Seeking challenges naturally means challenging the strong; mixing with trash will turn you into trash eventually.

The same goes for choosing teammates.

Although your talent can be considered superior, given time, you might even earn the title of a master in the future. But if you're always playing with idiots, I can't count on you to take care of me in my old age, it would be good enough if you don't have to plan my funeral.

Consider it a chance to broaden your horizons, see how others live."

She added, "Even if you can't shake off the influence of the Lou Family label for a lifetime, you can't live for the Lou Family forever. When you stop caring about the halo that others have put on you, that's when I, as your teacher, can start to look forward to your future."

"Strong?"

Lou Feng was shocked and angry, "Ji Jue counts as what kind of..."

"You lost."

Master Kong cut him off succinctly, telling him, "Twice."

Perhaps, more than twice.

But Lou Feng...

Master Kong looked at her apprentice and asked a question that still made it difficult for Lou Feng to sleep peacefully to this day:

"...do you want to keep on losing?"

So, just like that, Mr. Lou, with his head down and spirits low, albeit reluctantly and gritting his teeth, carried his bag and followed behind Ji Jue.

Setting out on the new journey towards a life of servitude.

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