Lewis sighed heavily and voiced his frustration, "I've always envied people like you, born with a silver spoon in your mouth. You're rich, powerful, and seemingly have the world at your feet from the moment you're born.

"But what about us commoners? We struggle for a lifetime, even for generations, and still can't reach the heights you effortlessly attain! It's so damn unfair! That's why I decided to sell those gene sequences for money! I want to challenge this unfairness! I want to rebel against it!"

Eric raised an eyebrow, understanding that Lewis needed to vent his frustrations. However, to him, this venting resembled the complaints of a radical youth. Blaming society simply because one couldn't earn enough money?

Considering someone as successful as Lewis, earning a six-figure income, harboring such thoughts, Eric couldn't help but wonder about those earning mere thousands. Did they frequently complain about society's unfairness and blame others for their mistakes?

"Do you beli