"I'm not even human anymore! I'm not even an alien..."

Tu Xiaohei held his head in distress.

If we consider humans...

How did I escape from D City, which was destroyed by Zetton?

With that kind of uncontrolled destruction, ordinary humans would have no way to escape, right?

If we're talking about extraterrestrials...

I feel just like any other person; I can feel hungry and tired too.

They also need to worry about money and be mentally exhausted.

Even transforming herself requires the help of someone, and she doesn't even know where to find the earring holder.

In short, that's the Fates that people talk about with great interest.

For him, the disadvantages far outweighed the advantages.

"A hero who protects humanity? I just want to find my mother, wait for my father to be released... and have enough to eat and wear..."

Tu Xiaohei looked at his hands in confusion.

What will these hands be used for in the future?

"Watch out! Football!"

A sharp sound rang out.

"Varied……"

Following the voice's prompt, Tu Xiaohei subconsciously raised his head, only to be hit in the face by a soccer ball.

"ah!"

Tu Xiaohei let out a wail as his body was knocked to the ground by the powerful impact.

The faint sensation of blood trickling from his nose remained constantly in Tu Xiaohei's perception.

It has to be said that Tu Xiaohei is a complete loser with a combat power of 5.

It's truly worrying for Earth's safety that such trash became Ultraman...

"Ah! I've been knocked down."

A childish boy's voice faintly appeared beside Tu Xiaohei.

"Shut up! Sir, are you alright?"

Another girl's voice appeared, along with a loud crash.

It's estimated that they gave that rude little guy a good lesson.

"No...no..."

Tu Xiaohei rubbed his eyes, which were getting darker.

Caught off guard, Tu Xiaohei took the full force of a football's impact, which was truly an unfortunate event.

Unfortunately, although Tu Xiaohei kept saying that he was fine, the blackout vision and the strange nose never disappeared.

After a long pause, Tu Xiaohei chose to sit on the ground, waiting for his body to react.

"Relax, sister. Someone dressed like that must be a D-level personnel, maybe even a deserter. How could a football like me possibly harm him?"

The boy's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of disdain in his tone.

Clearly, although the ranking system did not last long, the impression that D-class was trash, deserter, and scum had been deeply ingrained in people's minds.

This time, Tu Xiaohei's vision finally returned to normal.

My face and nose, which were hit by the soccer ball, still hurt a little.

"You can't say that about him! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my brother is a bit impulsive and not very good at speaking."

The girl smacked the boy's head hard again.

This time, Tu Xiaohei finally saw through these two.

The boy holding a soccer ball, dressed in sportswear, who looked like he wanted to fight back but it was all in vain, was probably the culprit who hit him with the soccer ball and made him dizzy for half a day.

The long-haired girl apologizing is probably the little boy's older sister.

Tu Xiaohei didn't care about the other person's appearance, but he knew one thing.

Kind girls like this will become increasingly rare in the future.

After all, the D-rated rating is just too bad.

"No...it's nothing."

Tu Xiaohei rubbed his nose and realized that the feeling of bleeding was just his imagination, so he couldn't help but nod.

He then tried to stand up.

Unfortunately, due to prolonged lack of food, his body became extremely weak.

His steps faltered, and he fell to the ground.

The girl intended to help Tu Xiaohei, but Tu Xiaohei's tattered clothes and slightly sour smell deterred her from doing so.

By the time the girl realized what was happening, Tu Xiaohei had already fallen to the ground.

"Gurgle~"

The rumbling of hunger in my stomach filled the air.

Tu Xiaohei's old face flushed slightly. It was alright if he was hungry by himself.

However, it would be a little embarrassing to be hungry in front of others.

The boy clearly intended to say something, but under the girl's stern gaze, he could only keep his mouth shut.

"No...it's nothing, I'll rest for a while."

Tu Xiaohei rubbed his hair, subconsciously letting his hair, which hadn't been cut in a long time, cover his face.

Ashamed to be seen by others, this kindness made Tu Xiaohei feel even more uncomfortable than harsh words.

From an academic perspective, this situation is collectively referred to as—inferiority complex.

Perhaps Tu Xiaohei himself didn't realize that when he decided he was just a D-level waste, his inferiority complex became much stronger than before.

The girl was also in a bit of a dilemma.

Although Tu Xiaohei's face was not clearly visible, his weak body proved that the boy must have been starving.

However, since I am a girl, it would be easy for others to gossip if I rashly showed kindness to a boy.

Left with no other option, the girl could only nudge her younger brother on the shoulder.

The boy glanced at his sister and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

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