The Founder's POV

Chapter 1: Two Ages

The universe is not bound to make sense to human minds.

But regardless of this fact, I could only think of one word when I saw the latest news on my phone. "Scientists have proven that countless fabrics compose the world. Complete nonsense!"

Influencing one of these fabrics can change the nature of matter or create something out of nothing. It's a bunch of nonsense!

I quickly closed the browser and looked at the clock before shaking my head.

"It's nine in the morning! I have to go already!"

I put the phone in my pants pocket and slowly got out of bed, heading to my closet to collect some clothes before going to the nearby bathroom. My name is Cassian Val, and I am a college student who recently graduated from the local university with a major in theoretical physics and a slightly above-average GPA.

I put my clothes on the rack, then closed the bathroom door before starting the familiar process. It took more than a quarter of an hour to finish. As a 23-year-old with a college degree, I should start looking for a job soon, which I already did, but I'm getting desperate.

I have gone through more than four job interviews and am still waiting for a message. My field of work is full, and the only solution is to travel far away, something I will never do. I'm not planning on leaving my family after all, not anytime soon.

But I'm having difficulty finding work, and my mom's criticism of my choice of major is becoming a real annoyance. My mother stopped working after I graduated from university, as their financial burden was significantly reduced. I cannot describe the embarrassment I felt every time I remembered how hard my parents worked for my university degree, only to discover that the job market didn't need me.

I've looked into the job market many times but ignored all the red flags, so my decision was already made irreversible. I sighed. The job market was lively when I started studying the subject. Amid my useless internal complaints, I realized I was already dressed, nothing fancy, just a black shirt and gray pants.

I looked at my appearance in the mirror: I was average-looking, with brown hair and black eyes, regular features, and a humble stance. This was the perfect appearance for my ideal plan, which was to work for the next sixty years for an unfair salary and then die among my grandchildren.

I went out and headed downstairs. There, I saw three people at the dining table and went directly to them. My father looked at me as if I were a war criminal. I sighed internally when I remembered that I was unemployed. Of course, this hatred was just an outward appearance. This man cared about me more than anyone else.

My mother placed a plate in front of me with an evil smile, already knowing today's scenario. "And?!"

"Nothing..." I smiled, embarrassed. My mother's smile grew more evil, and I could already hear the following words

. "Ah, if only you had followed our advice and became a doctor instead of majoring in whatever it's called! I heard your cousin found a job a week ago!."

My face darkened, and my father also began looking at me.

"Hasn't he been unemployed for a year? Don't you know that the average time graduates spend before working is more than a year? It's only been three months since I graduated!"

I spoke in an oppressive tone, but it was all internal. It was all just a way they teased me, like with Video games in my early teens and Seeing problems when I was 19-21. The whole thing was a repetitive cycle, but I never got tired of it; this has become our family style of communicating, and I will probably pass it on to my kids.