Chapter 3

Cultivation was the worst. And she would die on this hill. How was she expected to sit down for hours, meditating, without losing her mind ? The only reason she managed most days was with the hope of living longer. It was literally the. Only. Reason.

Moreover, she was from a middle class family. Her Cultivation methods were only the lowest of the low-class, and it cost her so much more time than others to achieve the same Cultivation. In six months of time, she did not advance of even one level like she hoped. Like it happened in all the novels. If it did not despair her, what would ?

Ah yes, maybe the indifférence from everyone. She was alone, so alone, without anybody to talk to her, and was it surprising if it was also why she cultivated so much ? Or why she read classics and practiced her arts in her free time ? Could it even be called free time when all of her time was free time ? She was bored to death !

Yes, it is relaxing, and I appreciate it very much. But I am human ! I need to talk and to laugh and to scream ! I need interactions and discussions ! Please, everyone, I exist, too, and I have needs !

It is only then that she remembered that in all the novels she read, there was always a golden finger for the transmigrated person. Sometimes it was a system, sometimes a space, sometimes just spiritual water. Su Jin could accept just a little animal companion, even if he was useless. She just needed someone. So she tried to activate her golden finger.

Except... she had no animal companion. No spiritual water. No space. And no system.

.... She had no Golden finger.

She screamed and cried for hours in her pillow when she accepted this fact. After one month of tries. She never said she was not stubborn, right ?

So with no Golden finger, she had no choice but to work two times harder. It did not please her. Not one bit. She was not lazy. Never was. But she wanted to rest, sometimes. And with this development... This rest seemed impossible, at least in the near future.

I suppose it is because the novels are fictions. And it is reality. I should wake up and stop dreaming.

But... I wanted to dream. It is good to dream. It made us hope.

Hope is useless if what one hopes is impossible.

Without hope, we are just shells. We can't feel joy, or warmth.

But we are not hurt by the aftermath. When this hope is revealed to only be a burden. And when despair comes.

Su Jin... could not refute this. And so she steeled her heart, and decided. She would not compare herself with other protagonists of novels. She was not a protagonist. She only was herself. And so she could count on nothing except herself to survive and become better. Not on an absent golden finger. Not on artifacts. Not on anyone else.

Only on herself.

And a voice in her heart whispered that maybe it was for the best. In this Cultivation world where the strong preyed on the weak, she could not trust anyone.