With a laptop bag on his back, a young man in jeans and a T-shirt just got off a bus at the busiest intersection in a bustling city.

He stared at the same old buildings and crowded streets as the bus door closed behind him.

Instinctively, he turned around to see the bus leaving the stop.

He sighed and began walking, while his mind moaned at the boring life he was living. Apart from work, his life was meaningless. Spending so much time at work made him feel fatigued and drained. It was a life with no excitement

Although he had achieved success in his professional life, he felt he had failed in his personal life.

As an orphan, he struggled his whole life to achieve success. And when he was successful, there was no one to brag about it. And those so-called friends who live superficial life do not exist for him.

While he lamented about his boring life, he soon stood in front of a tall building as several people rushed into it.

He took a long breath to clear his mind as he walked toward the building, where he would spend another boring day. However, suddenly someone slammed into him and he fell to the ground.

"Fuck," He silently cursed and stood up to dust off his body. His gaze then turned towards the man who had slammed into him.

It was an old bloke with ragged clothes and unkempt hair who appeared to be a beggar at first glance.

The old man jumped to his feet and bolted away as if he was being pursued.

"Well, what a way to start the day!" grumbled the young man as he watched the old man flee. But something on the ground caught his attention.

This appeared to be an old book with a tattered leather cover. His curiosity overtook him as he bent down to pick up the book, but a voice called to him unexpectedly.

"Andy, are you all right?"

When he turned around, he noticed a security guard rushing toward him.

"It's alright," Andy said, staring at the panting security guard

"He probably stole something from the store and ran away," the security guard stated as he peered into the area where the old guy fled.

"Perhaps," Andy mumbled as he entered the building, with a book in his hand.

As he waited in front of the elevator, he swiftly stuffed the book inside his bag.

TING

The sound attracted his attention, and he saw the elevator door open. He took a deep breath, then stepped into the elevator to begin another boring day of his life.

When Andy stepped outside the building, he was welcomed by the dark night. He noticed that everyone was hurrying home because the weekend was right around the corner.

He sighed as he walked to the bus station. He doesn't mind if it's the weekend or not because he'll still be working from home.

His gaze was pulled to the passengers as soon as he stepped on the bus, who appeared to be going about their business. He sat in the empty bus seat, as he stared out the window at the city's hectic buzz and bustle.

He entered the apartment after an hour of travel and began strolling slowly towards his flat, feeling quite exhausted.

As soon as he unlocked the door, his gaze was pulled to the darkroom that greeted him. He entered, shut the door, and switched on the light.

The flat was small, with a couch in the middle and a TV mounted on the wall, as well as a refrigerator in the corner.

He sank down on the couch, tossed his bag on the table next to the couch, and flung his head back, staring at the ceiling. It had been a hard day at the office for him.

The room was so quiet that he could hear the clock ticking.

After spotting the remote, He snatched it up and turned on the television.

When he turned on the television, he discovered that the typical soap opera was on. He sighed and changed the channel to the news. His attention was drawn to a news report about a fire at the National Library.

He got reminded of the book he had picked up just outside the office when he heard the news. He hurriedly retrieved the old book from the bag on the table.

He observed that the old book's cover appeared to be charred when he carefully examined it. He then turned to the news to see what had happened with the library fire.

However, this book was not burned. Perhaps it was picked up by that beggar outside the library.

He was about to open the book when the doorbell rang. Andy sighed as he slid the book onto the couch and walked to the door.

As he opened the door, he noticed a man standing outside, carrying the parcel.

"Have a good day, sir," the man smiled as he handed Andy the parcel.

It was the dinner he had ordered before arriving at his house. He went inside to take a bath after setting the table for dinner.

When he got out of the bath, the library news was still on the screen.

After finishing dinner, he turned off the television, picked up the book, and went into his bedroom.

He jumped into bed with the book in his hand as soon as he entered his room.

He couldn't find the title of the book because the book's cover was burned. But eight words greeted him as soon as he opened the book.

"NONE CAN BREAK AWAY FROM THE HEAVENLY FATE"

"What is it?" Andy muttered as he turned the page.