Ethereal Ascendance: A Journey of Transformation(1-3VOL)

borrowing money

Five years later.

"Hello, my name is Flynn. Here is my resume and portfolio."

I am currently in a job interview, feeling nervous as I hand over my prepared documents to the interviewer. As an average graduate from a local university, I anxiously await the interviewer's response.

"Hmm..."

The interviewer takes some time to look through the documents before finally looking up.

"I've gone through your resume, and it seems well-written, and your portfolio is decent. However, your major doesn't align with our recruitment needs. Moreover, I feel that someone as talented as you might be underutilized in our company..."

Upon hearing this, my heart, which was hanging on a thread, instantly drops. Based on my past interview experiences, this is essentially a polite rejection. It looks like another failed attempt at securing a job.

The subsequent conversation is mostly small talk.

...

"You can wait for our decision at home."

The conclusion comes too quickly, too predictably. The interviewer's last words linger in my mind as I walk out of the building, deeply disappointed. How many companies have rejected me since graduation? I've lost count. The glaring sunlight makes me a bit dizzy. Feeling my empty stomach, I recall the last time I had a proper meal was a day ago.

I must eat...

Thinking about food, I can't help but sigh. Ever since I left home and moved to this place, I can only afford one meal a day to save money for rent. The landlord doesn't allow cooking, and to make matters worse, even high-powered appliances are prohibited. So, I have to eat outside every day, but living in this first-tier city is expensive. With only a temporary job at a supermarket, I can hardly afford the daily expenses. Additionally, I recently moved, and the previous landlord withheld my entire deposit, claiming it was for the medical expenses of an elderly family member. Reporting it to the police didn't help.

...Considering the moving costs and other expenses, I'm practically penniless now. Looking at the contact list on my phone, I scroll through names, crossing out one after another. After hesitating for a while, I decide to make a call home...

"Hello!" My mom's familiar voice. It's been a while since I went home. I nervously explain my situation.

"Ha? Borrow money? You're a grown-up in your twenties, and you have the audacity to ask for money from home? You have hands, feet, a head, and a face; can't you earn for yourself? We don't have money at home! Are you sick or something!"

The phone hangs up with a snap. I look at my phone with a wry smile. My mom's words are not entirely wrong, but there's a chilly tone in her voice. Unable to borrow money, what am I going to do next? The thought of being kicked out by the landlord and facing such a situation in the future makes me feel like I'm falling into a vortex of despair.

Reluctantly, I pick up my phone and look at the names in the contact list. My gaze stops at a familiar name.

Perhaps he's the only one in this world who can help me...

After a long internal struggle, I scratch my head in distress and press the call button.

"Dudu—dudu—"

After a long wait, someone finally picks up.

"Is this Flynn?"

It's that cheerful male voice, accompanied by a noisy background and faint laughter.