Li Mingji knew that whether Xides came or not, he was already dead.
He lowered his head and gazed at the river beneath the bridge.
This river, filled with garbage and wastewater, flowed toward the Outer World. Even the poorest worker in Frost Plated would proudly puff out their chest at the thought that the Outer World folks only deserved to drink purified nuclear waste water.
The white night of Frost Plated descended upon the border plains, and Li Mingji quietly awaited the final moment.
Regardless of whether Xides came or not, he would make a choice.
And so, time slowly ticked away.
Sizzle......
His fingertip was slightly hot; the cigarette butt had burned down to the filter.
The cigarette was finished, yet no deities had arrived.
Clap.
Li Mingji tossed the cigarette butt at his feet, gently stomping it out, then picked it up and threw it into a nearby garbage can, preparing to go home and continue enduring this failed life.
