"Phew..."
Sitting on the sofa, Fang Zheng closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
So tired.
Fang Zheng had traveled through numerous worlds, but this world was the one that made him feel the most drained. It wasn't physical tiredness, but rather a spiritual one.
He had already rescued many "Cursed Children," but it was still far from enough. Or rather, Fang Zheng felt he was caught in a strange cycle: the more "Cursed Children" he saved, the more he encountered their miserable conditions, which only fueled his desire to rescue all of them. However, this was not an easy task: although Fang Zheng had rescued quite a few "Cursed Children," it was still not enough.
This world truly sickened him...