A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 103 A Long Day, Part Three

"Mr. Nissan, that's really just 'theory' from books and self-help books!"

The boy raised his voice again, his tone sharp and filled with the frustration of being misunderstood, characteristic of young people.

"The reality is that hard work is often completely useless! Or rather, the return on investment is so low that it's despairing!"

Some industry barriers, some resource thresholds, and some ceilings determined by one's background are simply insurmountable by personal effort alone!

It will only exhaust people's enthusiasm and wear down their will through repeated attempts, failures, and more attempts, ultimately leading to more painful doubts about life and themselves!

Rather than watching a repeat of the "4200 billion mark bread" scenario, let's introduce an external variable and let the mysterious power of red settle everything!

Hiromi Nichisha astutely avoided discussing ideological issues, selectively responding: "Then it's a matter of talent, opportunity, and resource allocation."

Unfortunately, I cannot offer a universal solution in this regard, nor do I possess the empathy to understand your perspectives—my own path to adulthood is vastly different from yours.

Zhengtai bit his lip and suddenly asked a more fundamental question: "In that case, Mr. Nichisha, there is still one question that I can't figure out."

What about those ordinary people who were judged from the beginning to have no talent for magic, no special abilities, no privileged background, and not even strong desires?

Are their lives destined from birth to be a "misallocation of resources" or a "meaningless consumption"?

Are they destined to play only a silent backdrop in the torrent of history, or "consumables" that can be "sacrificed" when necessary?

Hiromi Hitsugaya was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his words were like a scalpel, precisely dissecting the true wounds hidden beneath the other person's cynicism.

"As far as I know, even in the current economic environment, the social security benefits in EU countries are still quite good."

If a person can truly be content with the ordinary, work hard and live earnestly within their capabilities, and draw small happiness and satisfaction from daily life, they will not ask such a question.

Only those who are filled with resentment, yearn for something for nothing or to change their fate overnight, but are unable or unwilling to pay the corresponding price to realize such delusions, will keep asking this ultimate question that is essentially an attempt to shirk responsibility.

After all, the less someone wants to do something, the more they'll talk about it.

He looked directly into the boy's eyes and added, "You must do everything you can to get what you like and what you set your sights on."

In this way, when we ultimately fail, we can at least complain about the injustice of the times and bad luck, instead of regretting and hating ourselves in the dead of night for hesitating, retreating, and not trying our best.

After all, all the regrets and missed opportunities in movies have an explanation and an ending, but not in real life.

Instead of standing still, repeatedly lamenting the difficulties ahead and the unfairness of life, it's better to face reality sooner, pack your bags, and set off, even if it's a slower journey.

The boy's face paled, his lips moved, but he still stubbornly retorted, trying to support his argument with a more specific tragedy: "Have you ever trembled for even a second in the snow at dusk? I have!"

I didn't want to kneel down and throw punches at the same time.

However, before I awakened my identity as a sorcerer, I lived on the streets of the poor.

I have an immigrant friend who worked incredibly hard, holding down several part-time jobs, but in the end, he was "killed off" like a weed by the high cost of living and inescapable debt, silently freezing to death in the winter snow.

Does that mean—it's all because of "not trying hard enough"?

"Even if it's not his personal fault, but society's fault, a structural problem—how can you blame society?"

Prosecute it? Punish it?

No matter how much you cry out, the lost resources will never come back!

It is common knowledge that the public knows nothing about how to squander public funds; the government is the expert.

But it's not just governments; all organizations composed of people are inevitably susceptible to corruption and embezzlement.

Hiromi Nichisha sank almost completely into the deep sofa of the booth next to him, lying on his back with his limbs outstretched, staring at the flashing neon lights on the ceiling, his voice revealing a lingering weariness.

"I was a lawyer before I became a sorcerer, so I know very well that sometimes the government and the law are powerless."

Even in places illuminated by lights, glaring emptiness and injustice can still fester and grow in the shadows.

For example, the Poor Law may have good legislative intent, but in its specific implementation, it will always be distorted and deviate from its intended purpose, resulting in new and unexpected tragedies.

The Soviet joke of treating everyone the same is outdated. When it comes to making choices, reality doesn't always give us a choice.

If anger could bring victory, the word "defeat" would have ceased to exist.

He closed his eyes and slowly exhaled: "When I was young, when I saw and heard these incomprehensible and unacceptable tragedies and absurdities, I felt that all of this was hateful, that I hated the bad people who created the tragedies, and that I hated this unfair world."

But now I'm gradually realizing that, in many cases, no one is deliberately targeting anyone else.

These "irrationalities" are often simply the inevitable frictions and costs that arise when a large system is operating.

At the same time, the doorbell rang outside the presidential suite where the Director of Spells was staying.

Dio, sensing no danger, walked to the door and leaned over to look through the peephole.

He glanced at her, then straightened up and turned to Tsukumo Yuki, who was sitting at the dressing table carefully wiping her face with a cotton pad, and said, "It's the child named Ailian who accompanied me during the day."

Yu Ji paused slightly, his brow furrowing: "Coming again at night? You're certainly—very dutiful."

Everything that needed to be said had already been said in the daytime meeting.

Is there some shady collaboration that needs to be discussed at night?

Dio didn't reply, his gaze falling back to the cat's eye, repeatedly confirming the scene before him.

Outside the door, Ailian was still wearing a black and white maid outfit, but the style was completely different from that during the day—the level of exposure had jumped to another dimension.

The skirt was shockingly short, barely covering the top of the thighs.

The neckline is boldly open, and the fabric in front of the chest is designed to be extremely economical, offering almost no coverage.

What's even more eye-catching is the black leather choker around her fair neck, with a small, exquisite silver bell tied to the center.

She seemed to sense the gaze from inside the door, and calmly lifted her already extremely short skirt—underneath was a sexy, clearly designed "winning" lingerie.

With her slight movements, the silver bell around her neck swayed gently, making a delicate and crisp tinkling sound that was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.