I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Something streamed down his face.

Is it...blood?

Fang He smiled and wiped it away with his hand. This could be considered a warrior's medal, right?

When I touched my face, it felt sticky and gooey, similar to blood, but without the warmth of blood. It was icy cold and had a foul odor.

Realizing something was wrong, Fang He wiped his face haphazardly, then opened his palm to reveal a transparent, sticky substance with a few yellow specks in it.

This is... chicken, egg white? And egg yolk?

And it's...stinky...

Those who had been looking at him earlier turned their heads away in disgust, while others looked up and behind him with expressions of anger.

Fang He looked over and saw a little girl who looked about twelve years old. She was on the balcony of a residential building behind him, holding something in her hand.

Suddenly under the spotlight of so many people, the little girl, who had just lost her loved ones, burst into tears and screamed hysterically, "You...you...you monsters! Give me back my mom and dad!"

"Get out! Get out of our house!"

"monster!"

As the little girl cried out in anger, the other survivors, seeing their homes reduced to ruins, also began to shout hysterically, hurling all sorts of foul and obscene language.

"Uh... ah..."

Fang He opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only utter some syllables that were not meaningful. His eyes even glistened with tears.

He felt that he was the biggest idiot in the world for thinking that hard work would pay off.

Forget about any reward, what appeared on his head wasn't a crown or a medal, but a rotten egg, its foul-smelling egg white oozing all over his face, making him look quite comical.

He looked at his hands, which were trembling uncontrollably. Despite his boundless rage, he forced himself to endure it. His teeth were clenched so tightly that he almost broke them, and he exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

"Fang He, Fang He, calm down, calm down..."

Zhao Dongxu stood a few meters away from him, making a soothing gesture with his only remaining hand. Fang He, however, felt that he couldn't calm down at all. The anger in his heart was like a raging fire, almost burning him up completely!

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Only Battle Remains

Those who were cursing and swearing immediately fell silent when they realized that things were getting out of hand, and they all scurried back into their homes, not daring to peek out.

"Fang He, don't act impulsively, stay calm!"

Zhao Dongxu approached Fang He little by little, afraid of triggering his complete outburst.

When a seventh-level ability user unleashes their power here, the force is terrifying.

You must understand, he is not one of those low-IQ mutant species that only know how to destroy, but a person with flesh and blood and a soul!

Dealing with him in the city would be far more difficult than dealing with a mutated species of the same or even higher level.

Moreover, there aren't many people with superpowers who are willing to stand on the side of ordinary people anymore.

"Even in this state, you still want to protect them, Captain Zhao Xudong?" Fang He raised his head, his ferocious face causing Zhao Xudong to freeze in place.

His eyes were bloodshot and bulging outwards, his resentment palpable even from a distance. Combined with the bloodstains covering his body, he looked like a demon crawling out of hell. Wherever he looked, people would avoid his gaze, unable to look him in the eye.

"I—" Zhao Dongxu was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to comfort Fang He.

What they just witnessed truly chilled them to the bone. Such a situation had never occurred before, with the public throwing rotten eggs at a hero and even cursing him. It was remarkable that Fang He hadn't retaliated yet.

I believe that if it weren't for his duty as a soldier, he would have sided with Fang He without hesitation.

"I can't stand it!" Fang He suddenly roared, "Did I risk my life just to be cursed by these ungrateful bastards? I climbed to this height with great difficulty, just to protect a bunch of guys like this?"

His voice carried far, and everyone who heard it fell silent, sharing the same feeling.

Of course, this only applies to people with superpowers and soldiers.

As for ordinary people, a considerable number of them also feel guilty, but most will not admit their mistakes. At most, they will restrain themselves a little and change their views.

Some people, upon hearing such remarks, felt no remorse whatsoever, but instead were filled with displeasure—this is trouble caused by you superhumans, who else should we criticize if not you?

"Yes, it's to protect a group of guys like that."

Two people suddenly appeared behind Fang He, drawing everyone's attention.

Besides amazement, people also wondered why these two were here.

Yan Ziming, and Mu Mu!

The appearance of these two world-renowned figures in this troubled place has attracted widespread attention.

"you......"

Fang He pointed at Yan Ziming with a slightly trembling finger, and after a long time, he finally managed to utter a single word. The figure in front of him overlapped with the person who had given him a crushing defeat at the military base.

"It seems you still remember me." Yan Ziming looked at him gently.

This time, she wasn't looking at Fang He as a scoundrel, but as a tenacious warrior who never received fair treatment.

She saw everything that happened online. It seemed like there were people live-streaming the whole thing, from beginning to end, including Fang He's reaction after being pelted with rotten eggs. Everyone online saw it all clearly.

So, here she comes.

What did you mean by what you just said?

Fang He was utterly despondent. The presence of these two meant that no matter how capable he was, he would have to remain bedridden.

"It means exactly what it says. You're right, these are the people we're meant to protect."

"...Then what do you think I should do?" Fang He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"One word—endure!"

"I only asked you this because I couldn't stand it anymore! Can't you understand human language?!" Fang He suddenly kicked a piece of gravel and roared angrily.

Anger had completely overwhelmed his reason, making him forget who the person speaking to him was.

Mu Mu raised an eyebrow. It was one thing for him to scold others, and it was none of her business, but she couldn't pretend she hadn't heard what he just said.

Just as she was about to make a move, Yan Ziming stopped her, giving her a look that told her not to interfere and to continue listening to Fang He.

"In just half a month, do you know how much abuse I've suffered? Those damned cowards online dug up my home phone number and address, and I'm bombarded with their phone calls every day. I wish I could find them and grind them to dust!"

“Even my son, my eleven-year-old son, suffers discrimination and is ostracized by his classmates at school because of my identity. Over time, he has been affected and now thinks of me as a monster, just like everyone else. Today, I almost died here because of my duty, and I was even pelted with rotten eggs. How can you expect me to tolerate this? How can I possibly tolerate it? Huh!? Tell me!?”

Fang He was excited, and a terrifying aura emanated from him as he spoke. Yan Ziming and the others did not stop him at all, and let it spread.

"Hey, Yan Ziming, there must be way more people criticizing you than I am, right? So tell me, what's your opinion on this? I don't think you're a saint, can you really tolerate this?"

"......"

Yan Ziming and Mu Mu's expressions turned serious, because Fang He had hit the nail on the head!

If the people around her were insulted, if her younger sister thought she was a monster, if her family was bombarded with phone calls every day, if she stood up for them but ended up getting rotten eggs thrown at her, would Yan Ziming choose to forgive her...? Bullshit!

Who could possibly resist this?!

Not to mention Yan Ziming and Mu Mu, even Ye Qianxue, who has always been gentle and cute, has had the thought of grinding these guys to dust more than once.

Yan Ziming closed his eyes: "Of course I can't stand it. Of course I've thought about turning these people to dust. I'm afraid more than 90% of the superpowered people in the country have had similar thoughts. The only reason I've been able to endure it until now is because I haven't encountered a situation like yours yet. I don't deny that."

"If you really can't hold back, then go fight." Yan Ziming suddenly changed the subject.

"Huh?" Fang He relaxed, a hint of surprise in his expression.

"This is our era. Only this era is the most glorious era for us superhumans. We are heroes needed by the whole world. The value of superhumans has been perfectly interpreted in this generation."

"No, what are you talking about...?"

"Recently, a senior colleague taught me a valuable lesson through his actions and even his life."

Yan Ziming paused here, opened his eyes, and could see a blazing light flying by. A special atmosphere instantly enveloped the place, making people feel excited and inspired.

"Fighting is the meaning of our existence!"

A rapid siren sounded in the distance; to ordinary people, it was an alarm, but to soldiers, it was a bugle call.

Whenever this bugle sounds, it signifies that a massive swarm of mutated species is attacking the city, a test for the city.

The soldiers around them fulfilled their duties, and a large number of troops began to rush to the battlefield, including a group of superhumans. Soon, only Yan Ziming, Mu Mu, and Fang He remained.

Yan Ziming stared indifferently at Fang He, who sat on the ground like a statue: "Brave warrior, why are you still here?"

"..."

"Stand up, go to the battlefield and shine! The only way to truly demonstrate the value of us superhumans is through battle!"

"...The battle that best embodies...its value..."

Fang He murmured aloud.

"That's all I have to say. If you've thought it through, then go ahead. Mu Mu, let's go."

With a flash of silver light, there was no one else there but Fang He. He seemed to be sitting there dead in the center of a silent world.

Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of wild grass from the ground, rubbed it vigorously on his head to wipe away all the remaining egg white, and then swallowed it in one gulp!

"Pah—it stinks."

Fang He stood up, stomped hard on the spit-out residue, and stepped onto the path chosen by thousands of warriors.

The battle. The never-ending battle!