"Why do they favor you so much?"
"It's not really favoritism. I broke the Resurrection Armor at the start, traded it for Ancient Gods' modification," Yang Ming sighed, "Then, I gradually defeated Valkyrie, and that's how I got everything now."
"I'm still envious of you," Papaloka sighed, "Effort can lead to rewards, isn't that a kind of beauty?"
Yang Ming instantly pinched the point: "Isn't that normal? As long as you are willing to put in the effort and endure hardship, there will come a day when the bitterness turns sweet."
Papaloka sneered, "That's the ideal situation; most people don't have that opportunity."
"No," said Yang Ming, "It's actually a small portion that doesn't get the chance, but most people receive positive feedback, though the amount can vary."
Papaloka smiled, "Is your native civilization, your mother planet, still in a relatively primitive societal form?"
"Primitive? I don't think so."
"Then let me test you."
"Please."
