I Control the Revival of Spiritual Energy

Parallel universe—please don’t take this as a reflection of reality.

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“Rejected again? Is fate determined to keep me from becoming a wage slave?”

Staring at the courteous rejection letter from yet another company in his inbox, Zhang Kai’s face was clouded with worry.

How many is that now?

If this keeps up, not only would his standard of living decline—he’d have to move into an even shabbier, more remote apartment, too.

Was he really destined to haul bricks at a construction site?

The pay wasn’t bad, but Zhang Kai hesitated. He could endure hardship and exhaustion for money, but if his parents ever found out that the college graduate they’d poured their life savings into had ended up working construction—contributing bricks and mortar to the nation—they’d probably be furious to death.

Running his hand through his hair, Zhang Kai pulled out his phone and opened King of Glory.

Forget it. He’d play a round to vent his frustration—take his bitterness out on his digital enemies.

He entered the game, started a ranked match, and chose his best hero, Luban. Focusing his mind, he soon fell into the rhythm, dominating the field, standing out above the rest.

“Damn, is this idiot Yao even playing right? Didn’t you see me mowing everyone down? Why are you sticking with Lü Bu instead of me? That moron has already fed five kills, for crying out loud.”

“Whoa, Kai, wait, wait, it’s a misunderstanding, let me go, let me go!”

“Ah, I almost made it, don’t kill me, get out of the way!”

Just as he was cursin