"Soma, you don't look well. Are you sick?"

"Sick? Yes, sick." Soma murmured, a tear falling from the corner of his eye.

Juan seemed to see the fuse burning.

"But it's not me who's sick, it's the world."

Soma sat up straight, tears pouring from his eyes, but he didn't care.

The fuse has burned to its end.

"I have worked conscientiously and disciplinedly for 20 years, 20 years! I have worked in this remote, useless place for 20 years!"

Morgan, a very professional hunter and guide, had muscles on his face twitching, as if someone with a stomachache was suppressing the urge to defecate.

"I apply for an increase every year, but they always say: No.

"I said: Why not?

"They initially said: You are not qualified enough.

"Okay, I accept this reason.

"But after I worked for 10 years, they said again: You have not achieved results.

"Achievements? Damn it! Achievements in this inhospitable place?!"

The corners of Morgan's eyes trembled suddenly, as if he couldn't help but pull it out.

"Shut up, Morgan, don't say 'birds here poop'!"

"I, I didn't say anything."

"You said it, what you said in your heart, I heard it!"

Soma continued to roar: "I said: OK, I will show you the results!

"Now I have achieved something, the first immigrant in the history of this beautiful planet has appeared."

"What? The first immigrant? Me the first?"

"Yes, we will have a banquet later to celebrate."

"But no one has invested in opening a factory before..."

"The businessman only invests but does not immigrate."

"But there are so many people here..."

"They are all here for work, on business trips, and like me, their registered permanent residence is not here.

"Who in their right mind would give up their original household registration and immigrate to this inhospitable place?"

Juan: "..."

Soma paused and continued: "I have heard a long time ago that some webmasters of planetary development stations resorted to fraud and applied for immigration to people who clearly did not meet the requirements, and they faked their grades.

"But I said to myself: No, Soma, you can't do this.

"Look how disciplined and responsible I am!

"Now, I have succeeded. The first immigrant in the history of this beautiful planet has appeared, meeting all the conditions. This is an achievement that no one can fault!

"In order to achieve this result, I have worked in this useless place for 20 years!

"Morgan! If you think about bird poop again, I will confiscate your temporary hunting license!"

Morgan's face turned red, as if he had been forced to undergo a prostate digital examination.

"Do you know what they are saying to me now?!"

Soma completely exploded and roared, spitting out like a tsunami on Juan's face:

“They said I am over the age limit for bureaucratic promotion!!!

"Fuck the age line! Fuck the bureaucratic rejuvenation! Why didn't they say this when I was young!"

Soma banged the table, making Jack, who was pretending to sleep, sit up straight.

"I can see clearly, they are just trying to make room for their relatives!

"Do you know who I am reporting to for this review?

"A pseudo-elite who got into the Ivy League with donations, a scumbag who can do nothing but pick up girls in college!

“He doesn’t even have the most basic knowledge of government affairs, yet he can be my boss directly?!

"Why?!

"You said he has an Ivy League diploma? Bah, he bought it with money!

"And as if no one has, I also graduated from the Ivy League!

"I passed the exam and passed the exam!

“In the final analysis, isn’t it because his family is rich, powerful and connected?

"That bastard can't go anywhere if he wants to be gilded. Why does he have to block my way up!

"Damn it, I've finally seen it through!"

The roar seemed to have exhausted Soma's energy. He put his arms on the table and held his head in his hands.

"Soma, please be more open-minded. This world has never been fair."

"You're right, Juan," Soma blew his nose, "I understand, I don't have to be responsible for such a boss.

"I should spend more time with my family. Hiss~, uh wu wu wu~ wu wu wu~."

Like the mess left after the tsunami receded, Soma burst into tears.

Juan passed a piece of wet tissue across the table.

Soma took it and rubbed his eyes randomly, which seemed to calm him down a little.

"I file reports every year and ask for an increase, just so that I can be closer to home and closer to my son. Can you understand this kind of father's mood?"

"Yes, I can understand."

"No, you don't understand. You are single and have no son."

Juan: "..."

"You know, Juan, because of my work, I missed all the important moments of my son, his kindergarten graduation ceremony, elementary school graduation ceremony, junior high school graduation ceremony, high school graduation ceremony.

"Now that he has been admitted to college, if I miss his college graduation ceremony again, I think he will be cruel to me for the rest of my life."

"We will meet at first, I know, but in the end he will forgive you."

"No, he will not forgive me. I never want to see my son hate me, but now, unless I resign.

"But I can't resign, because resigning means no income, and my child is still in college and he needs money.

"And I hope he can be like that bastard and live a life of food and clothing.

"So I figured out that even if I die, I will prepare a large sum of money for him.

"This is what I owe him. It's what an unqualified father owes his son."

"Haha, I would like to live without worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life. But Soma, that's a lot of money.

"Although I don't know how much your income is, I think even if you retire, you won't be able to earn that much money."

"Yes, I know, of course you can't rely on a dead salary."

Soma pulled out a Colt Python revolver.

The handle of this classic gunpowder weapon is engraved with the words "Success Makes Benefit".

Soma opened the wheel and poured out the six bullets inside.

The bullets ricocheted on the table.

"I once saw a game called Russian Roulette in the old movie "The Deer Hunter."

Soma grabbed a bullet and stuffed it back into the magazine of the revolver.

Juan was stunned, what do you mean, what does he want to do?

Morgan seemed to be petrified.

Even Jack, who had always had a nonchalant attitude, showed solemnity in his eyes.

"I've never quite understood what people who play this game think..."

Soma paused for a second, thought for a moment, picked up another bullet and stuffed it in, and then another.

"Now, I want to experience it."

Soma turned the wheel and let it rotate rapidly. It clicked shut before it stopped, and then he raised the gun and pointed it at his temple.


Chapter completed!