25 Gray-Robed Monk 12

Perhaps it was the blessing of the Phantom Professor taking effect, but Phyllis had a rare dream about the past.

It was likely two or three years ago, shortly after she had finished her resignation process at the company. She had gone to the New Leonard Museum, a place she had always wanted to visit but never had the time for. After leaving, she strolled through a nearby city park, eventually choosing an empty patch of grass to lie down on, savoring the sunlight she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Back then, her close colleagues had always urged her not to quit. Although her direct supervisor was a middle-aged man with hormonal imbalances who would occasionally make one’s skin crawl, the salary was decent and provided a stable source of income. Combined with the money she made from freelance work in her spare time, she could have paid off her student loans in another year or two, and it wouldn't have been too late to become a freelancer then.

Phyllis had originally planned it that way, but plans never keep up with changes. Who could have known that the old bastard, who usually only took advantage of people with his words, had a young son who liked to grope people?

That day, when she went to the pantry to get water, she suddenly felt someone pat her backside from behind. Without thinking, she splashed a cup of coffee over her shoulder, only to realize upon hearing the scream that it was her supervisor’s eight-year-old son.

To be fair, she was in the right, and she wasn't alone in the pantry at the time... but there isn't much justice to be found in this world. Although many colleagues stood by her side and the supervisor claimed he wouldn't press charges or hold her accountable, the fake smile he wore and the passive-aggressive remarks he passed off as an apology made her realize how meaningless it all was.

Phyllis considered herself a very patient person, but she was human after all. The pressure accumulated over the years needed an outlet. Moreover, having worked in front of a computer for years, sitting all day long, her cervical and lumbar spine had long since developed problems. Before her grandparents passed away, they had repeatedly nagged her, still treating her like a child, saying she didn't know how to take care of herself and that if work had exhausted her to this point, she should change jobs.

And so, on an impulse, she used her middle finger to end her first career.

She never regretted it. She had expected it to take some time to find another job, but surprisingly, she found her next position through a friend's recommendation before even a month had passed.

See? Life isn't hard at all.

In the modern world, mastering a single skill was enough to support herself. Even without family by her side, she could take