The Five Seasons Martial Arts Warriors of the Hated Race

The last ray of night passes quietly, and the morning light begins to shine on the northern hemisphere of the Lush Green star. The nocturnal creatures have just fallen into slumber, while those that rise from the sun are beginning to face the new day.

The hardships brought about by economic challenges have long made the residents here almost numb. They no longer feel each other's pain, but they bear this pain together in some silent connection. However, some people carry a heavier weight on their shoulders than others. Yuan closed his eyes slightly and fell into a light sleep. Everyday life is always the same, but there are always new conflicts to comfort.

It's harsh, but it's also reality. He forced himself to sit up, walked out of the narrow room, and stepped into the old elevator. It had been built by a group of motivated workers who had toiled many years ago, grateful that those days of darkness and war were finally behind them. 

Although some people today preach kindness, and some people in power agree with it, it is known that subconsciously, Yuan's race is not really recognized by society. Life is often harder for Yuan, especially in the workplace.

Sometimes Yuan wishes he could have an easier time while retaining the glory he and his ancestors once had.

However, this desire seems meaningless when survival itself has exhausted your energy. He understands that only through self-improvement and reflection on his own behavior can he truly shape his character and maybe one day, his wish will be fulfilled.

Taking the express train in the underground "Beast Maze", Yuan came to the Dynasty Sponsor Tower. Businesses and offices of all sizes are gathered here, and rumors about secret transactions are always circulating in the mysterious and empty corridors.

Yuan walked into his office, located on the 352nd floor, and greeted his boss respectfully. This scene is quite funny, because his boss is a Cauratus who cannot survive on this planet and can only rely on mechanical life-saving capsules to sustain life.

A dangerous thought flashed through Yuan's mind more than once - smashing the fragile fish tank and letting his boss suffocate in the air.

Such an idea was not unfounded, especially since his superior professed extreme loyalty to the ruling dynasty, which earned him a place in the tower. However, Yuan could only hide his anger and helplessness amidst endless oppression and continue to survive every day.

"Your second quarter report shows that the overall technical efficiency dropped by 0.17%. Improve it and try to increase the number." A mechanized translation voice came from Yuan's boss's survival capsule, with a metallic harshness. The sound itself was disturbing enough, not to mention that his boss was picking on almost every tiny flaw in his work, while at the same time his colleagues were reporting declines well above 0.17%. , but no one cared.

Yuan clenched his fists, feeling a burst of unknown anger in his heart. The mechanical tone of the translator seemed to hit his nerves, and every word was like a hidden arrow, silently pushing him into the abyss. He knew that this was not a simple job evaluation, but an invisible temptation and oppression.

After several hours of work, the shift finally came to an end. He left the office and passed through his colleagues who were whispering and spreading vicious rumors.

Those people wantonly harm others just to satisfy their own vanity and a successful plot to intimidate office politics.

The elevator moved slowly, and through the outside, Yuan saw the city gradually lit up by neon lights, and the colorful radiation penetrated the people and window space deep in the street.

He sighed softly and thought to himself: Let's go to the seafood market for dinner tonight. I'm too tired to go to a more upscale place.The hustle and bustle and neon lights of the city were like a gorgeous but cold curtain, hiding his loneliness without a trace.