For every MC that rises to the heavens, countless side characters bite the dust. This is a first-person anthology of the tragic stories of the mountains of corpses that lost their voices under the damage caused by the unfair tropes.
"Molesting the cultivation world, one trope at a time."

The Stepping Stones

Occasionally, when people felt like it was their responsibility to help me share my burden, I shared the stories of my happy times, with Brother Liu and my parents. 


That was enough to give them a sense of validation. They were content with it, and I knew they didn't want anything more as well. It would tire them out, and they wouldn't come back if I did. 


People had enough of their troubles, I didn't want to increase them by sharing my own. No matter how close they seemed to me, there was a distance between us that we knew we couldn't overcome. 


We were 'acquaintances', not 'friends'. We talked, only for the benefits we could get out of each other, whether tangible or intangible and when one side was giving too much, they were bound to suffer. 


That delicate balance, that measured distance, isn't present between friends but my only friend had now... 


Happiness(3)