Pulling open the cabinet next to me, I stuffed the contents into the box. I'm going to take all my belongings with me, and leave nothing of value behind in the ore field!"

If you fire me, you want to take more benefits from me? Don't even think about it!

The bits and pieces were forcibly stuffed together by me without any tidying up. But the object dares to oppose me. Just two squares were poured, and the contents of the box were stacked like a hill, and the fragments rolled off the top, and they couldn't be squeezed down.

Annoyed, I threw the cabinet on the side.

I tried to sort through the mess in the box with my hands, but it got messier and more messy, and I broke my hand. I frantically shoved the box and kicked it a few meters away, scattering the piles of objects on it to the ground.

I saw the objects that had been thrown out, and I saw the clutter in the boxes. An inexplicable anxiety rose in my heart again. I can't organize these things well, I really don't know what the use of keeping them is!

Yes, since it's useless to keep it, let me go!

I don't need to live with a pile of scrap!

I stepped forward and slammed the box off the ground. Anyway, when I walk out of the laboratory door, I won't go back to the side business of identification, what's the use of keeping them? Wouldn't it be good to throw them all away as garbage? Those old things, it's useless to keep them, as a souvenir is to add some unpleasant memories to myself.

It's useless to keep them, and to add pain out of thin air, so it's better to destroy them all! Anyway, I don't have any nostalgia for them, nothing to miss them. As long as you smash and tear them up ruthlessly, you can go somewhere else without hesitation!

Identify this side hustle, a bad profession, let it stop here!

I didn't even think of such a simple method. Wouldn't there be no worries about all these things when they were all wiped out? All those achievements and experiences will disappear from my life!

I don't need them anymore! I'm going to put them down forever! I'll never look back!

Suddenly pulled up his arms.

The box flipped before my eyes, and the contents of it poured out and fell to the ground, making a ping-pong sound of glass and metal falling on the ground. The sound they make is crisp and seems to give me a catharsis in an instant.

I didn't care about the damage at this time, but I was very comfortable. I really don't understand why I used to be obsessed with all this.

What's the point of keeping them. It's just that there are more obsessions and worries that forcibly bind me to the laboratory. It's like a tired old man with a big stone on his back, even if he can't walk, he doesn't want to throw away the weight on his back.

It's time to throw them all away!

After figuring out the key, my heart seemed to be cleared. He laughed and pulled out the cabinets, dumping the contents on the floor and smashing them to the side. The look on my face was definitely relaxed and natural!

After all, I'm releasing all the pressure I've been feeling for a long time!

What did I get by working so hard to preserve these fragile and precious things? I just worked hard every day and couldn't hold my head up under pressure! I don't know how my old life came about! Of course! From now on, I am no longer obsessed.

Throw, fall, smash!

The garbage hit the ground and the walls shattered. I could see them shatter in an instant. But I felt no pity. On the contrary, I have never felt so well-informed.

I can get out of here! I can get out of here! I can finally get out of here!

There is nothing to worry about anymore, nothing to remember.

I don't have to arrive at the lab on time every day, and I don't have to let the ore yard trample on me, and I don't look at the stinking practitioners.

Leaving aside all my worries, I may be heading towards a bright and beautiful future, where I can touch the flickering, the only light. But at this time, looking at the ruins all over the ground, I sat on the ground in a decadent state like an anvil that had been stripped of my muscles and bones.

Even though I was so venting, it seemed to be satisfied. But in reality, the deep hole in the heart has not been filled. I was still as confused and tired as ever.

How could I possibly get it? With garbage like me? I don't deserve it. The long-awaited feelings are not worth having!

I don't have the ability, I don't have the highlights. I haven't been able to do anything since I was born.

What have I been able to do in the past few years?

Nothing!

I'm just a piece of rubbish!

Trying to change yourself, but you don't know that you not only have no resources, but also have no fighting spirit!

If I choose now, I can go to the beast forest to explore, be an adventurer, a practitioner who trains my attribute power? Against the Warcraft, he has long been unable to play the level of his prime. Coupled with that stable heart, in the face of Warcraft, there is no desire to fight.

It's no irony, when I encounter a first-order demonic beast now, I will be afraid that my legs and feet will be weak!

Don't be kidding, which side hustle doesn't require a huge amount of energy and resources to reach the level it should be? I can't even do a good job in an appraisal side hustle that no one pays attention to, no one competes for, and I go to do other side hustles?

Or is it nothing, just pick up a miscellaneous business?

But how can the repetitive actions of day after day, and the income that is lower than that of the laboratory, show that after I enter, I will not be irritable again, and I will get tired of it?

I'm such a pathetic person. Knowing his weakness, he didn't dare to pay, he didn't dare to change, and he never thought about how not to prepare like this first, so that there would be better consequences. It was only when the development of the situation was out of control that it suddenly woke up. But it was already too late, to the point of hopelessness.

Just like the letter sent by the ore field, I am afraid that it also saw my appearance. Not only is the daily life inefficient, but the team has a long queue and cannot successfully end the daily work. But he still said all day long that he had never been free, he had never stopped, and he had been working tremblingly.

It never occurred to me that the reason for all this was me!

Yes, I never stopped working, and I always let the practitioners into the laboratory one by one. But what about the heart? I'm complaining about those practitioners, looking at each other coldly on the surface, and talking impatiently in my heart, for fear that they will stay here for a second longer!

Isn't it all me who complains, and I'm deserting alone? They never say a word other than to greet and talk about their needs!

I, on the other hand, put most of my mind on irritable thoughts. Isn't it my job to do the appraisal? Didn't the practitioner come to me to do something? I am the main one to do this! Even if the practitioner complains in his heart, it has nothing to do with the appraisal at all! But he blames others for his own responsibility!

I'm rubbish. Useless garbage. What can I do? No matter how big the opportunity is, no matter how big the resources are placed in front of me, I will not know how to use them, let alone grasp them, but just break them alive and throw them away!

I also said to myself: my appraisal career is not ideal, and I have never seen any big opportunities for me to seize.

Isn't irritability all self-looking?

There is always a sense of novelty and mystery in everything. Once you see through and understand thoroughly, you don't have such a strong desire to understand. But the answer to learn endlessly is already known in the heart, and there is never a law that is fully understood.

They are always changing, adding more content and knowledge.

I'm afraid of this change, of unfamiliar content coming up in the future. Because, then, you need to re-understand and re-learn. Then you are out of your control, and you won't be able to respond properly to those practitioners. I couldn't imagine sitting in my seat and telling them, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

I don't want to move forward, but I want to be supported, it's really bad.

I slowly lay on the debris-covered mess, and being in a team with them seemed to make me feel better.

I've been in this position for several years and have seen all sorts of developments in the laboratory. The most important of these is the exchange and contact between the ore fields.

In the past, the quarry often came back here to greet me and chat with me, but as time went on, the quarry developed over time, and the friends I had in contact with in the past became old friends. When they sent the letter, they probably had to send it to me this evening, after careful consideration.

I can think of the part of their hearts that is tangled up: the friendship of the past is precious, but the benefits are getting cheaper, and if it lasts for a long time, will there be more troublesome changes?

They need to rely on the ore yard and they need a laboratory to keep the ore yard running. The exhortation on weekdays was ineffective, and I was forced to send this letter out of desperation, intending to bring me back to my senses.

But I'm just a useless, uncompetitive guy, and I'm not qualified to stay in this position. It is also a waste of the commission of the ore field to stay, and they also know that they will not motivate me at all with rewards, encouragement, and understanding, so they use punishment and warnings to develop ultimatums.

I shouldn't have stayed here.

I'm ashamed of the expectant learners. And then there's the kid who forcibly implicates his grievances on them. Self-defeating scum shouldn't have any communication with them at all. How can I bring out an excellent student if I still want to be someone else's predecessor or master?

The child's parents don't think that the profession of the laboratory is bad at all, they must think that I, the appraiser, are not good!

The side hustle itself is to support attribute power, and each side hustle has a corresponding role. Not to mention that multiple side hustles can be studied at the same time! How can you be so repulsive that children don't want to enter here to learn knowledge? I can't even understand this simple idea?

They reject me!

I want to give myself a slap in the face.

They must have come here to examine the object, and they must have seen my lifeless face and that pathetic look. No one would leave a child to such a person to teach!

If you give someone like me, what will become of your child? What will become a person with a resentful face and a jealousy of the world?

How can it be!

I bowed my head, and I knew that I was ashamed of their efforts at the ore field. I can't come up with any solution to improve the current situation. I knew there were more laboratories around, but I couldn't change my ability to make this quarry laboratory superior to others.

The reason why the ore yard put forward such conditions was because of my sad and ungrowing attitude, and it was already clear that I had no intention of being in the laboratory, so I made plans in advance.

Presumably, after my abdication, there will also be a new, more enthusiastic and motivated warlock who will take my place with a brighter smile.

I silently grabbed the shredded manuscript paper on the floor and sprinkled it in my face. They are all I have put into the history of identification, and I have put a lot of energy into it. It's just that, now, it's time to leave with them......