He was actually a laid-back dog.
Why bother working hard? Life’s a hundred years at most—blink and it’s gone.
Even if you’re an extraordinary being, so what? Maybe mortals live longer.
This was his constant thought.
Ever since the rise of the extraordinary era and the development of the Dream World, the entire main world was flourishing.
Resources became incredibly abundant, and jobs were so easy they might as well throw money in sacks.
Most importantly, the once-strict government and the heartless capitalists seemed to have turned into kind philanthropists, caring tenderly for the common folk like never before.
They said that in the first few hundred years after the extraordinary beings appeared, governments, rulers, and the wealthy treated ordinary people like demons, oppressing them ruthlessly under harsh rule.
Even in modern civilization, uprisings and guerrilla groups appeared everywhere, only to be massacred and crushed by the extraordinary enforcers of the government.
But as the main world calmed and the Dream World emerged and was developed, everything started moving in a better direction.
He didn’t know why, nor did he care.
For a laid-back dog like him, this era was really too good.
Yet fate did not favor him.