Why don't they deserve it? Shouldn't their efforts to survive be respected?

Or are you saying that only those of you born into high society, whose strength has been cultivated to your current level and respected by others, are qualified to talk about hard work?

Luo Jiuzhou roared angrily.

Upon hearing this, Wang Hao didn't seem to feel offended at all; instead, he let out a heavy, cold snort.

No! No matter how low your birth, humans will never look down on anyone!

We are all human beings, not gods!

A person's background has absolutely no bearing on anything!

What a person does is what everyone sees!

As he spoke, Wang Hao pointed directly to the group of Martial Saints behind him.

"Origin?

How many of them came from poor backgrounds?

Can't you see it?

You're bringing up your origins here?

You need to know, they are risking their lives on this land!

They are risking their lives for the ordinary people behind them!

They are risking their lives for the future of humanity!

Behind all their efforts, there was no selfish or self-serving thought whatsoever!

They get no benefit from it!

They died... and that was it!

Many people, even until their death, don't even deserve to have their names known to more people!

Faced with their efforts...

What do you mean by the so-called efforts you and your father made to live a better life?

Your selfishness and self-interest are not even worthy of being mentioned here.

That's... utterly ridiculous!

These words left Luo Jiuzhou stunned, his mouth agape for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

She never expected that Wang Hao would so easily belittle her so-called grievances to the point of being insignificant!

Wang Hao looked at Luo Jiuzhou and spoke again.

"It is not humans who determine their fate based on their birth... but God!"

We humans don't believe in fate, we don't believe in our origins, we only believe in... ourselves!

My fate is in my own hands...not in the hands of heaven!