Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

Filga tried to follow his logic to find some problems in himself, but after thinking about it, he really couldn't find any.

He said truthfully, “The reason I can’t finish my work is because the work they couldn’t finish was given to me, so I can’t finish my work.”

Bai Jun had no sympathy or pity for this, and only replied indifferently: "Oh."

Filga looked at him quietly.

Under this death gaze that was so calm that it was almost lifeless, after a while, Bai Jun raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Out of sight out of mind.

Bai Jun: "Don't look at me like that. It's useless. I won't help you share the work."

Filga took off his hand that was covering his eyes and said, "I know you are not that kind of person."

Generally speaking, the appearance of this sentence is usually an affirmation of someone.

The appearance of this sentence now obviously does not mean that, but it is also another affirmation of white fungus.

"I'm glad you know." Bai Jun placed his hands on his shoulders and patted them twice, his eyes sincere and earnest: "Keep going, I believe you can manage three things at once: work, work, and work."

Filga smiled slightly and stated the facts calmly: "I can't."

He stretched out his hand toward the white fungus.

The slender, cold white knuckles shimmered in the light, making it a very beautiful hand that could be used as a hand model. If the outlines of the five fingers had not begun to blur, becoming translucent and looking like they were about to disappear, Bai Jun might have focused more on appreciating this hand.

"I don't have that much time to complete those tasks."

Filga withdrew his hand, his tone still calm, even in the mood to joke: "Are you unhappy? What you once said is finally coming true. You will live longer than me."

Bai Jun's face showed neither happiness nor sadness. He only sighed, "Alas, times are different now. These days, whoever lives longer suffers. Is living longer something worth being happy about?"

Filga thought for a moment and said, "Well, that'll give me more work to do."

Bai Jun smiled and said, "It would be better to die early and be reborn soon."

Filga then studied him for a moment and said, "It will be soon. The time for your next feather shedding should be approaching soon."

"Hmm..." Bai Jun calculated the time and found that it was indeed very close. He curled his eyes and said, "Indeed, it will be in ten days."

"Actually, I wanted to tell the captain a long time ago that their efforts were in vain. Whether or not they can find those things to treat my heart doesn't make much difference to me. It's just a matter of feeling better or worse for a few days, but it's only for a few days anyway."

"Once the feathers have fallen off, everything will return to normal. There's no need to go through so much trouble."

"But it's really interesting to see them busying around, so I'm too lazy to talk about it."

This is indeed what white fungi can do.

Filga's focus at this moment wasn't on Baijun's mischievousness. He discovered another problem: "The probability of feather fading being successful isn't 100%, right?"

“For me, yes.”

Bai Jun's tone was filled with a pride that could not be erased by the years: "As long as I can consistently recognize who I am, a 50% probability will become 100% for me."

“I never surrender to the unknown.”

Filga: "That's great. I hope that after I can successfully get rid of my job, you can also get out of this misery soon."

Bai Jun glanced at him and said, "Can I borrow your blessing? I wish you a quick death and a rebirth."

The topic of wishing each other a quick death seems strange no matter how you look at it, but what they said sounded like they were wishing each other to ascend to heaven soon.

It seems that living is really an unpleasant thing.