I've already ascended to immortality, and only now is spiritual energy reviving?

He absolutely must go and participate in that Reincarnation Cup war now.

Of course, he was both excited and terrified about the war.

Since it is war, there will inevitably be death and casualties; this is unavoidable.

But he really wanted to see what the Samsara Cup looked like, and what it was like to make a wish.

What if you were chosen by a god? After all, the selection criteria for the Reincarnation Cup aren't limited to death alone!

In fact, this was one of Bai Sheng's original intentions in designing the Samsara Cup. If the final winner of the Samsara Cup could succeed, then a number of people would choose to give up.

Not everyone wants to pursue great strength; the preciousness of life is the reality for most ordinary people.

So he offered a second, seemingly feasible path: those who participate in the war, if their actions trigger the Reincarnation Cup, will be resurrected by it and have one wish granted.

In other words, as long as one performs well enough, it can be achieved without even dying.

"That's a wish!"

That's what he thought: many people go through their entire lives without ever fulfilling a single wish.

Now that he has a chance to survive, why can't he cherish it?

It should be understood that ordinary people often can do nothing in the face of the general trend of the times.

Little Rodriguez was acutely aware of this.

Before going to university, he thought he was invincible, but as the days passed, he grew older, and experienced the trials of life,

This indirectly made him realize that there were simply too many things he couldn't do.

He has to work incredibly hard to achieve many small things, but he is even less able to resist your big goals.

Perhaps it was with this belief that Rodriguez resolutely summoned the Samsara Cup.

Rogriggs thought about it and realized that the biggest problem now was not having money to buy a plane ticket, and even not having food to eat after he got there would be a problem.

It's impossible to go there and fight a war while also having to work, right? That's a joke.

He dialed a number directly, found a landline, and dialed a number.

After a few rings, the call finally connected, and a hoarse voice came from the other end—it was his uncle.

"Hello, who is it?"

Rogers quickly said, "Uncle Parker, it's me, it's Miguel."

The person on the other end was clearly surprised and said, "Miguel? Kid, why aren't you in class?"

Rogriggs considered it carefully, but he gripped the telephone cord tightly, feeling his heart pounding.

"I need your help with something. Could you lend me some money? I want to go out for a while. I'm probably going to Kansas."

The other person was silent for a moment, then said, "Really? What's fun to do in Kansas? Or what are some tourist attractions?"

"I'll explain when I get back." Rodriguez had no better excuse than this, so he could only offer a temporary one.

Silence again.

Rogriggs was conflicted; he could even understand his Uncle Tucker on the other side.

This Tucker is not actually his biological uncle!

Instead, it was one of the mother's colleagues, a man who drove a truck for a freight company.

He had a good relationship with the Miguel family, or rather, with his mother, and would occasionally bring back discounted daily necessities.

Of course, Rodriguez was not willing to accept this man who wanted to be his father.

But at this moment, he had no other choice. He just wanted to raise enough money to buy a plane ticket, but he absolutely refused to ask his mother for money; his mother had already suffered so much.

Even just providing for her own food, drink, and university education would be enough to drain her of all her strength.

If she knew that I skipped class and didn't go to college to do this kind of thing, she would definitely be heartbroken.

His father, needless to say, hasn't even paid child support payments in a long time.

This uncle is the only one we can count on.

Sorry, but I'll let you be the sucker this time!

After a moment of silence, the other person said, "Alright, I happen to have a trip next week. I'll be passing through there, and I can give you a ride."

But you have to have your mom call me first, otherwise I can't take you with me.

Upon hearing this, Rogers subconsciously bit his lip.

My mother knew she would never agree to this, but she had no choice; she had been forced into this situation!

"He's at work and I can't get through on the phone. You can come pick me up, and I'll call you after I get in the car."

Rogriggs told a lie.

Tucker added, "Alright then, I'll come find you tomorrow morning. I'll wait for you downstairs. I won't be late."

After hanging up the phone, Rodriguez let out a long sigh of relief. Regardless of whether it succeeded or not, he at least had to get on the plane first.

According to his posts on the forum these days, those who can qualify for the Samsara Cup are already very good, and many wealthy people are even willing to pay a lot of money to buy the qualification to participate in the competition!

Rodriguez went back to his room and started packing his things.

The day finally came to an end after what felt like an eternity.

Four o'clock in the morning!

Miguel couldn't sleep. He glanced at his phone; it was still quite dark.

He quickly grabbed the backpack he had packed before bed and went downstairs.

A cold wind blew, making him stamp his feet to keep warm. "Ugh, I should have gone somewhere to buy another piece of clothing. Or maybe it's because I didn't eat breakfast,"

He didn't care about anything else now; he quickly pulled the hood of his hoodie tighter and put his hands in his pockets.

After all, that belly still had some warmth.

Around 5 p.m., a gray-white Ford pickup truck appeared from the end of the street. Its headlights shone brightly in the night, and it stopped in front of Miguel.

When the driver's side window was rolled down, a square face with a stubble beard came into view.

The man, who was probably in his forties and wearing a baseball cap, said, "Get in the car!"

Tucker waved to him, and Rogers quickly opened the passenger door. Once inside, he found the car's heating to be very comfortable, despite the strong smell of diesel fuel. He was quite satisfied.

Uncle Tucker reached into his mouth and took the cigarette out of his mouth, saying, "Hey, does your mom know?"

Rodriguez paused for a moment, then said, "No! I haven't said anything yet."

Tucker said, "Kid, I'm telling you, I'll be watching you when you get there. I'll be watching you for your mother."

Rogriggs had no choice; he knew that his uncle was actually very good to him.

He might even lie to his mother for his own sake.

"Where will you stay when you get there?" Tucker asked.

Miguel didn't know where he was staying either; at least in his mind, hotels were very expensive.

“I will naturally have a place.”

"Alright, then I won't ask any more questions."

Tucker gripped the steering wheel, turned on the car radio, and asked, "What kind of music do you like to listen to?"

"Whatever."

So they switched to country music.

Tucker said, "We can stay at a motel then, right?"

"Well, motels are cheap, aren't they?" Rogers said.

Tucker said, "Of course, but you can't afford it anyway. Have your mom pay it back later."

When the car reached the interstate highway, Rogriggs suddenly saw a beam of red light shooting into the sky from the endless wheat fields in the distance.

"What exactly is that thing?"

Tucker noticed the situation before he did and was so frightened that he didn't dare to drive any further.