After a long day of work, Qin Chuan dragged his weary body back to his place.
Though he harbored some resentment in his heart, Qin Chuan had to admit that he had become a miserable corporate slave.
His life's trajectory was like that of most ordinary people: an ordinary background, an ordinary job, ordinary talent, ordinary schooling, ordinary graduation, and ultimately, ordinarily not getting into university, leaving him with no choice but to join the military.
The only fortunate thing was that he had neither injuries nor death and had even used the army's resources to advance to Tier Three. After three years of service, he chose to retire and returned to society, finding a job as a coach and continuing his ordinary and muddled life.
Life and the future were almost foreseeable at a glance.
But that was something beyond his control.
The Human Empire, though a powerful civilization that had conquered space and dominated the universe, had not become some utopian ideal society.
