Born a genius of herbalism. I've been reincarnated NN times, promised that if I fulfill the gods' demands, they'll make me a god! I can't stop until I create the perfect god's drink... It's a fraudulent contract. Finally, in this life, I declared a strike. I can't do it! No, I'm not working!!! It was obvious.
"I'm counting on you."
"Nuh-uh!"
Just like that, the dysfunctional family relationship improves.
"Take it! Go, go, go."
<...thanks for the help.>
You'll get a thank you here and there. Plus.
"A long-lost student sees you."
My first disciple, my last disciple. Why isn't he dead?