Harold Patterson was 25 years old this year and had no ambition. His biggest dream was to eat whatever he wanted and await death; that way, he could live a carefree and happy life every day.
The heavens favored him and he was the youngest in a very rich family. He had an elder brother and sister. Both of them had legendary skills, and people always called him a “child of another family.”
Since childhood, people had always said that the eldest son and daughter were so excellent. Why was the youngest son a waste? He wasn’t even as good-looking as his brother, but was tall and robust, probably because he liked to eat and run around since he was a child, compared with his brother who wasn’t fond of exercise.
His brother and sister were good to him. When he was a child, they would teach h
