Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 443 I Want to Join Lin Feng's Team
Guanglin.

Just as people were cheering wildly for Lin Feng's team, a group of more than ten people were silently watching Lin Feng's team in the distance from a dark alleyway. However, compared to the excited crowd around them, they were unusually calm.

This is a group of young men and women, including two children around ten years old. A third of them have physical disabilities, such as missing an arm, a leg, or only one eye.

They all wore hats or headbands, and both men and women had long hair, seemingly blending into the shadows against the dark walls.

Compared to the excitement of those around them, they remained silent, exuding a dark and unapproachable aura, which seemed out of place with the lively atmosphere around them.

Every now and then, passersby would walk by. At first, they would be surprised, but after they realized what was happening, their eyes would linger on the hats and headbands of the crowd, their eyes revealing undisguised disgust and contempt.

At this moment, a middle-aged man spat in the direction of the crowd and shouted, "A bunch of bastards!"

Bastard, that's a very vicious word.

Even in the face of such insults, the dozen or so people did not react at all.

It was as if they hadn't heard.

Only the two young children trembled slightly, whether from fear or anger, it was unclear. Even so, everyone kept their heads down, refusing to look at the person who had been insulting them.

They didn't even dare to make eye contact with passersby.

Even though they were already martial artists or even demon spirit masters, those passersby who insulted them were just ordinary people.

"unlucky."

"That's really bad luck."

"Isn't that unnecessary? These children are quite pitiful too."

"If you feel sorry for me, just take me in. Why pretend to be a good person?"

"Just take a shower when you get back."

"Why do you think they're alive? If it were me, I'd commit suicide. Living is just suffering and being looked down upon."

The shouts and chatter gradually faded away, but soon they started again as people passed by.

"careful!"

With a gasp, a young man who was always on alert immediately lowered his head.

Bang!
After a dull thud, the sound of a glass bottle falling to the ground followed.

It was expected that someone would throw things at them.

Fortunately, no one was injured.

"That little bastard dodged pretty quickly."

After a playful jeer, everything returned to calm.

This is something that everyone is used to.

This kind of insult has become a habit.

This is a habit that accompanies them from the moment they are born, or even while they are still developing in their mother's womb.

I've grown accustomed to strange and disgusted looks, to vicious insults, and to attacks and beatings from others.

They got used to it long ago.

Because those who are not used to it have already been freed from this world.

They feel pain and anger when faced with insults, but they can only endure it, daring not to refute or fight back.

Because they know that any resistance will only result in more serious harm, or even loss of life.

Although the government protects their safety, this protection is not very effective in deterring them.

For those who attack them, unless their lives are in danger or they are left disabled, the punishment is usually just a simple warning and compensation for medical expenses, at most a seven-day detention, nothing serious.

Even after that, they remained in danger and were constantly under attack.

No one will pity them!
Perhaps some people pity them, but few people offer a helping hand, because in most people's eyes, they are trash, they are bastards.

Those who pity them will be criticized, even isolated and retaliated against. Over time, no one will dare to pity them anymore.

Without the country's help, they would have been homeless and dead long ago.

They are all orphans, although some of them still have their mothers alive.

But like everyone else, their mother hated them just as much, or even more, and abandoned them at a very young age.

"I made a decision!"

When no one was passing by, a voice suddenly rang out.

After a moment of silence, everyone's eyes turned to a young man wearing a gray headband.

The young man was short, about 1.72 meters, and looked quite young, but his demeanor was mature beyond his years. He had long, messy hair that covered most of his face, as if deliberately trying to hide his features. "Are you sure they'll accept you?"

A slightly older young man, missing his right arm and wearing a yellow hat, asked in a serious tone:

"Your strength is so weak, while they are Lin Feng's team! Every member is a super genius. Not to mention Ye Qiu and Yun Kai, there are also all-star players like Ye Xing and Yun Tianqi. Are you sure you can handle it? Don't expose your abilities and end up in danger!"

"Not all members are like Yun Tianqi and Ye Xing, there's also He Jun! He Jun's strength is also very weak, at least I'm a bit stronger than her!"

The long-haired youth said, "This is a real world. I have value, and they have no reason to reject me."

“Ah Bing, you need to think this through. They might be the same as everyone else.”

"Lin Feng's team are all lunatics, they're willing to do anything, and every single one of them has a bounty on their head. Ah Bing, you shouldn't go, okay? It's too dangerous."

"Brother A-Bing, now that you're gone, will we never see each other again?"

"Even if we accept them, what then? They'll be discarded once they're no longer of any use to us."

“We are from two different worlds, and they can’t really accept you.”

The others tried to dissuade the young man, but his eyes remained firm, clearly indicating he wouldn't give up easily.

"If you've thought it through, go for it; if it doesn't work out, come back."

The older young man patted Ah Bing on the shoulder.

He knew long ago that Ah Bing wanted to join Lin Feng's team; it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision.

He didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

People like them, even if they have value, can be discarded at any time after they've been used.

This is also why Ah Bing, despite his extraordinary talent, still dared not reveal it.

"Should we give up?"

A young girl looked at Ah Bing, her eyes reddening, almost pleading.

As descendants of both superhumans and humans, their talents surpass those of humans.

Almost everyone has the talent for cultivation.

Their weakness stems from a lack of resources. While the government protects them, providing them with three meals a day and shelter, it does not offer them cultivation resources.

Without resources, even the most talented person will find it difficult to become a strong individual.

Over the years, some talented companions have joined various factions, but in the end, some died, some were crippled, and some disappeared without a trace.

Of the hundreds of brothers and sisters in the shelter, only they remain.

"This is my only hope. I don't want to be called a bastard for the rest of my life! I don't want to be afraid to hold my head up for the rest of my life! I don't want to have my horns cut off every now and then, and wear a hat or headband for the rest of my life!"

Ah Bing looked at his childhood friend and spoke slowly, his tone seemingly calm, but revealing a hint of hysteria.

He has made up his mind.

Joining Lin Feng's team might be his only chance to change his fate.

Although he is weak, he has special abilities. If He Jun can join, he may have a chance.

As for whether he would be abandoned, Ah Bing didn't care.

Because this is not something he can control.

He had also considered joining other factions, where his talent would certainly have earned him a place in the ranks, but his identity destined him to be nothing more than a pawn, and he would face danger.

The people around him could attack him at any time.

Joining Lin Feng's team is the best choice.

Yun Kai was once a despised orc, not much better than him. If Yun Kai could join, he might be able to as well.

By joining Lin Feng's team, he could not only change his fate, but perhaps also change people's perception of them.

Although he knew it would be difficult.

Every year, millions of humans are killed by superhumans. This deep-seated hatred is impossible to resolve. In the eyes of most people, those who possess superhuman blood are a disgrace and a sin.

If it weren't for the protection of the law, there would be people wanting their lives at any time.

They only dare to go out during the day; after dark, they have to stay in the shelter, as going out could mean death.

Ah Bing wanted to change all of this.

He's had enough!

He'd rather die than live with dignity...

(End of this chapter)