Han Yu looked around at the others, dazed. But unlike them, he wasn't entirely scared.
Because while everyone else feared death, pain, and humiliation...
Han Yu feared boredom more.
And deep down, some chaotic part of him knew—
He wouldn't be stuck in the background for long.
Not when disaster followed him around like a stray dog.
For now though, Disciple Bian kept on speaking and had been for around ten minutes.
Han Yu, of course, hadn't listened to a word.
He was too busy imagining himself dramatically collapsing in the middle of the courtyard, tears streaming down his face, a single leaf fluttering across the wind as his dreams were crushed under the metaphorical boot of reality.
"Scrubbing toilets… really?" he whispered, staring into the void. "All that hard work, and now I'm gonna be fighting turds with a bamboo brush?"
The other new recruits gave him a wide berth, afraid they might catch whatever cosmic curse he was clearly carrying.
