The Name on the Grave

"I can't tell. Your genes are good if you managed to make the flowers ring." Lan Se told Han Sen as they drove away.

"If I have good genes, does that mean I am eligible for a good job?" Han Sen smiled.

"Although I would like to give you a good job, you are too weak. Eleven flowers will prohibit you from doing anything half-decent." Lan Se then asked, "What is your race, might I ask?"

"Human," Han Sen said.

Lan Sen had never heard of the race before, so it must have been something small and insignificant. Therefore, she did not ask any more questions.

She brought Han Sen to the job center and helped him browse through possible options. She let him pick out what he liked first.

Normal people weren't given this sort of treatment, but Han Sen's genes had made the bells ring. It made Lan Se look up to him, and so she was willing to let him pick and choose.