I was born as a genius among geniuses in herbal medicine. They said that if I granted the god’s request, they would make me a god, so I reincarnated nn times! I can’t stop until I make the perfect god’s drink… This is a fraudulent contract. In the end, I declared a strike in this life. I can’t do it! No, I won’t work!!! I definitely did. “I have high expectations of you.” “New, new!!” Wouldn’t their bleak family relationships improve? “Chwiik! Go, thank you.” <… Thank you for helping me.> Don’t they receive thanks from all over the place? And on top of that. “An unlucky disciple is meeting his master after a long time.” My first and last disciple showed up. Why didn’t he die? <I don’t want to work!>