They were the darlings of the universe.
Possessing talents ordinary people lacked, they were one in ten thousand, capable of mending trauma with their spiritual power. Even a bottom-tier C-level Spirit Healer at an academy could step out of school, enter society, and effortlessly become an honored guest of nobles on second-rate planets, enjoying a life free from worries about food and clothing.
Let alone those favored children of heaven at the B-class and A-level—individuals most people could only ever see in the news.
So... The passerby quickly clicked back into that community, taking a second look at its name: *Compared to Others, I'm Just Interstellar Scum*.
Good grief. In that moment, the full name perfectly mirrored this unremarkable passerby. He thought, "Compared to others, I really am interstellar scum."
