Today was another dull and uneventful day for her.

People say time is money, that's how precious time is...

This kind of inspirational advice was of no use to her.

She had lost count of how long these dull and monotonous days had lasted.

Anyway, she's looked like this ever since she came to Earth.

Killing time was perfectly normal for her.

Her name is Zog, and she looks to be somewhere between an adult and a minor.

This adulthood is because her eyes are very cold, like a high and mighty god coming to a pigsty.

She always looked at everything with that same disdain, arrogance, and contempt.

And this minor is also simple.

She is only 1.5 meters tall.

In Japan and China, this height might be considered that of a petite beauty.

But this is in a federation where the average height is 1.8 meters.

In addition, there is another conspicuous place.

That was her long, waist-length, silvery-white hair.

Long hair is very common.

Long hair reaching the waist is uncommon.

Long, silver-white hair reaching the waist is even more rare.

From this perspective, Zog is very similar to Tu Xiaohei.

But the difference lies in gender...

And personality.

"Little sister, what do you want?"

The sales clerk lowered her head slightly and looked at the petite and adorable girl in front of her.

However, she clearly ignored the look in Zog's eyes that seemed to regard her as trash.

"Category A Single Person Package"

Zog's expression was rusty; though refined, it appeared extremely rigid.

"Okay, please..."

The salesperson stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

He slowly turned around.

Not long after, the salesperson came out carrying a full Category A single-person meal.

Zog glanced indifferently at the sales clerk and casually walked to a seat.

The sales clerk dutifully placed the Category A single-person meal on the tray and then silently left.

"Earthlings are such a hassle."

This is Zog's assessment of Earthlings.

Looking at the familiar Category A single-person set meal in front of him, Zog didn't actually have much of an appetite.

In fact, given her abilities, it wouldn't be a big deal if she didn't eat.

However, she was free.

Learning how humans prepare their three meals a day seems like a great way to pass the time.

It's only morning, she has plenty of time to kill.

Zog stiffly picked up a French fry and began to eat it stiffly.

The clerk gave Zog the best fries in the restaurant, but they were simply too hard for him to swallow.

"Hey! Kid! What are you doing?! Don't you know this is my seat?"

Just as Zog stiffly finished his fourth fry, a jarring sound rang in his ear.

It was a large, black man.

He was in a bad mood.

Because his usual spot was taken by a little kid.

The cashier at this fast food restaurant is so clueless; he's a regular customer himself.

They always arrive at this time, and they even give their seats to others.

Thinking of this, the big, black man glared angrily at the sales clerk.

However, the big, black guy is likely someone with poor eyesight.

He completely missed the salesperson's empty eyes and Zog's slightly furrowed brows.

Zog hates noise.

She really doesn't need to eat, but she hates it when people yell at her.

"You... are very noisy."

Zog didn't look at the big black guy, but continued to eat his fries stiffly.

However, if you look closely, you can see that the table is trembling slightly.

And the fast food on the table.

Unfortunately, the big black guy didn't care about any of that.

His large, fan-like hand reached out towards Zog.

He wanted to teach this ignorant brat a lesson about the dangers of society.

Anyway, this guy doesn't seem to have any parents around, so let's give him a good beating.

Who is that "deadpan face" for?

However, ideals are often grand.

The large, black man, with his fan-like hands, suddenly froze just as he was about to touch Zog.

He suddenly felt his strong heart begin to protest.

My heart is racing, and I'm in pain.

Cold sweat instantly covered the head of the large, black man.

Zog, however, remained quite calm and didn't even turn her head.

She was chewing slowly.

With each chew of Zog, the black behemoth's heart felt as if it were being crushed by a truck.

"Slap, slap."

Zog put down the half-eaten fries in his hand.

He then clapped his greasy hands.

Amazingly, Zog didn't even reach for a tissue; he simply patted the grease off his hands, and it vanished instantly.

Zog didn't even glance at the big, black man who was about to cause her trouble.

That's just how the federal government is; it's normal for them to bully people.

Therefore, Zog did not get angry.

He slowly walked out of the fast food restaurant.

However, just as Zog left the fast food restaurant...

Blood suddenly flowed from the seven orifices of the large, black man.

His entire body collapsed to the ground like a mountain of flesh.

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