"Your ability is impressive, but you're too self-centered. In the initial assessment test, I wasn't just looking at individual ability, but also teamwork.

That time, your personal score was third, but what about Dongzi, who was in your group? He got injured for you, and you left him in the deep forests of the Southwest.

You have too much ambition, so much so that you can abandon your teammates.

This is why I didn't choose you.

Besides, the things you did after retiring, aren't they enough to prove why I didn't choose you?"

As Third Uncle spoke, his tone grew fiercer.

Back when Old Ghost committed those acts, Third Uncle and his group were about to retire, and they had heard about what Old Ghost had done.

After Third Uncle and the others retired, they never heard of Old Ghost again.

It seems it was a setup of fate, predestined by something unseen.

The Old Ghost who had laid low before Doomsday, yet rose during Doomsday, and established such a massive convoy.

"Hah!" Old Ghost heard Third Uncle's answer and sneered.

Though they were both in their forties or fifties, Old Ghost, due to previous excesses, suffered severe energy depletion leading to premature aging.

His graying hair fluttered wildly in the evening wind.

"Don't you think it's funny? I worked so hard back then, completely according to the rules, and in the end, you talk about some crap teamwork spirit?

Why wasn't it mentioned earlier, why must I realize it on my own?

I put in so much effort, and in the end, I can only tighten screws in a factory?

Some people give nothing, yet casually make money through connections, and then ruthlessly exploit workers, which I cannot accept.

I just want fairness, I just want a clear set of rules, strictly following the rules!

But then?

Who talks rules, who speaks reason?

Why do I need to bribe just to change posts? Must I bow and scrape?

Clearly, I meet the requirements, but am not allowed to go?

Why do I work so hard, yet my sick mother cannot afford surgery, and I can only watch her die!

I, he, damn it, just want fairness!"

Old Ghost shouted each word fiercely.

Third Uncle and the others were silent, not realizing Old Ghost had so many stories.

Old Ghost sneered.

He slowly stood up, ignoring the guns in Third Uncle and the others' hands, ignoring everything.

That resentment had been simmering for too long.

Ever since his mother died, he fully understood.

"Since this world is unfair.

Since nobody follows the rules.

Since this world is a place where the strong prey on the weak.

Then, I won't adhere to the world's crap rules.

I have ambition because I want to live better, live greater.

What's wrong with that?

Why are some born into luxury?

I won't accept it, I won't accept it.

Kings and ministers, are they born by breed?

Kings and ministers, are they born by breed?

Kings and ministers, are they born by breed?"

Old Ghost roared to the sky, thrice consecutively.

As if to unleash all the dissatisfaction within his heart.

In this expansive field, his voice could travel far.

The gentle evening breeze scattered Old Ghost's graying hair.

His clothes rustled loudly in the wind.

Coupled with his fierce face, bloodshot eyes, he resembled a devil from Hell.

Third Uncle and the others did not interrupt Old Ghost, seemingly influenced by his emotions, listening quietly, watching.

After a moment, Old Ghost dropped his head in defeat.

"I won't accept it..."

........

(Seeking monthly ticket)