We humans are so awesome.

"We humans are so awesome!" Author: Luobishengcao

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Looking at his dark red skin and touching the horns on his head, Don Juan had to accept the reality: he was now a devil.

...That's good, this way I don't have to worry about making a living.

As a devil, as long as you chant the spell "We humans are so great!", do you still have to worry about not having endless wealth?

Chapter 1 The beginning of being shot down

At eight o'clock in the morning, among the surging tide of electric vehicles, Roland was definitely the most dazzling one.

Because he is a devil.

Although decades of fighting and confrontation between races have passed, and exchanges between Baator and the human world have long since resumed, the appearance of a devil on the streets of human cities is still quite surprising.

Not to mention that Roland was riding a brand new electric bike.

Electric cars are one of the most beloved means of transportation for humans. They are convenient, fast and inexpensive, but they are not accepted by other races. Even the closely related Halflings are unwilling to use them, not to mention the devils who are known for their arrogance.

But Roland is different from other tribesmen.

He is human.

The fate of a time traveler must take into account the course of history, but it also depends on self-struggle. Even if he cannot choose his identity, Roland feels that he should at least control his future life.

That's why he came all the way to human society, ready to use his expertise to serve his fellow countrymen here.

The current job is a good opportunity. I can help the disadvantaged groups easily and happily, and earn a good income.

Skillfully manipulating his mount, Roland galloped all the way, wading through mountains and rivers, and soon arrived at the interview location.

It was a shabby three-story building in the old city, with a gilded signboard of "Human-Devil Special Technology Cooperation Company" hanging at the door. In a city where every inch of land is valuable, having such an office space is enough to be considered strong.

Therefore he is more confident about his future.

"Ah, welcome, welcome, you are here for an interview, Mr. Devil!"

The receptionist who was bored and browsing on her phone suddenly lit up her eyes when she saw him. She came over to serve him tea and water, and even took the initiative to help Roland cut in line so that he could be the first to be interviewed.

The demons queuing on the side were indignant and shouted loudly, with angry red glows on their dark faces.

"Why? This isn't fair!"

"This is discrimination, I protest!"

"Devils also have dignity, and the lives of demons are also lives!"

Tricks that work in hell may not work on earth. The receptionist raised her eyebrows, shouted, and calmed the situation.

"What are you talking about? If you don't want to be interviewed, get out!"

Roland had already become accustomed to this kind of behavior.

Because he is a devil.

Humans refer to races that are different from themselves as aliens, but aliens are different from each other. As the most powerful race in the past and now, the demons undoubtedly receive much more respect and awe.

This respect and awe is Roland's capital for the job.

He stood in the middle of the interview venue and talked about his ideals, ambitions, and of course, salary. He even showed off his talent by reciting a poem in fluent human language.

The echo was still lingering in the room as the three interviewers began to whisper to each other. They quickly reached a consensus and the final decision was made by the middle-aged bald man sitting in the center, the company's general manager, Chen Fenggong.

He coughed lightly, put on a smile, and nodded to Roland: "Well, Mr. Roland... your performance was perfect!"

Roland responded with a reserved smile: "So when do I start work?"

"Well, please go back and wait for notification!"

……What? !

Roland, who has rich experience in job applications, certainly knows that the so-called "go back and wait for notification" focuses on "go back" rather than "notification".

As long as you go back, there will be no notification.

But how is that possible?

He is the devil!

The golden hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and high nose bridge all indicate that Roland is a pure-blooded devil, a high-end existence that cannot be compared with the other guys in the interview.

Just by looking at this face, he can easily get electric bikes, handbags and wallets by just standing at the police station!

Is there any other threshold for a job like “reporting a crime on someone else’s behalf”?

Or is it that his handsome face is too recognizable, making it difficult to repeat the assignment?

Roland frowned, then suddenly realized: "It's a salary issue, right?!"

In the human world, the wages of devils have always been far ahead of those of other races. Three devils can be hired for the same price.

If the Human-Demon Special Technical Cooperation Company is satisfied with its current business scope and has no intention of deepening its development, there is really no need to look for him.

Everyone chuckled and shook their heads, and the room was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"If possible, can you give me a reason?"

The bald man moved his facial muscles, took a deep breath, and made a strange sound: "Oh, Brother Xu Yaoyi, beaver!"

"……what did you say?"

"A real devil should speak like this."

"But I am a real devil!"

"It doesn't sound like it!" The woman sitting on the left waved her arms vigorously, her tone firm, "Our job is very special. It requires a single strike to hit the target. There will never be a second chance. Your performance will make the target suspicious of your identity!"

Roland pointed at his hair and laughed angrily: "Do you suspect that I am a human?"

"Of course!" The young man on the right added, "Humans are a very large race, encompassing everything. You should have heard of demons, right, Mr. Roland?"

Of course Roland had heard of it.

During hundreds of years of war and peace, either for survival or for development, countless humans have abandoned their ancestors and turned to the embrace of Baator.

Similarly, for various reasons, some demons have abandoned their identities and chosen to surrender to humans.

Although it is much less than the former.

Their descendants have lived in human territory for generations and have been recognized as an independent ethnic group. They still retain some special treatments, but compared with the original devils, there is a world of difference.

Even if your electric bike is lost, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck, let alone report it to the police for others.

"But, as far as I know, demons have been intermarrying with humans for generations. They look very different from us. Any human with a little understanding should be able to tell them apart!"

This job was extremely important to Roland, and he racked his brains to argue his case. The three interviewers sat upright but were distracted, and finally the bald man stood up and interrupted his argument.

"Mr. Roland, we humans have a saying that facts speak louder than words."

"……so what?"

"So you might as well try it yourself and you will know what is right and what is wrong."

"Of course." Roland was full of confidence in himself and nodded proudly, "I can do it now. Please tell me the identity and information of the person who reported the case."

The bald man scratched his shiny head and smiled meaningfully: "That's not necessary. Before you came up, I happened to be standing by the window and saw you riding a new electric bike over here, didn't I?"

Chapter 2 In the Human World

The roar of the steam locomotive was getting closer, but the effect of the spell cast on him had begun to dissipate.

Don Juan panted and checked the savings in his account.

Insufficient balance.

Even the lowest level [Acceleration Technique] can no longer be released.

"Is this all we can do?"

In that case, he simply stopped, gave up running away, and turned around to face his fate.

The long and intense exercise made Don Juan's face even more rosy, and it was extremely dazzling in the dark alley, like a guiding light.

Soon, the pursuer followed the light and came to Don Juan's side.

They are all dressed in uniform, holding long sticks, with ferocious faces. They are patrol members who maintain city law and order.

"Damn home...ah!"

After seeing the red face and the long, curved horns, the captain quickly turned over and got out of the car, fastening the buttons under his collar.

"Good evening, Mr. Devil. Did you see a suspicious guy passing by just now?"

Don Juan opened his confused eyes wide.

"By the way, that guy's height, um... about the same as yours, and his body shape... oh, also very similar to yours. Also, he should be holding a Red Devil lighting device!"

"There!" Don Juan pointed deep into the alley.

"Thank you, Mr. Devil."

The captain raised his long stick to his chest, said goodbye politely, and then led his subordinates to gallop in the direction he pointed.

No one doubted that Don Juan was their target, and no one tried to eradicate the demon that had appeared on the surface.

The times have changed.

The struggle between the human world and Baator Hell that lasted for tens of thousands of years has long been declared over. The current theme is peaceful coexistence and joint development.

Under this tone, humans eager for wealth and opportunities flocked to every corner of the Nine Hells. At the same time, the surface land also welcomed red-skinned devils.

As a legendary race, devils are synonymous with power, elegance, and wealth in the minds of humans. How could they possibly do something like posting advertisements on walls?

If you put yourself in Don Juan's shoes, you won't make such an association, so in fact he doesn't need to run at all.

"After all, you've been a human for so long that you're still not familiar with your new identity!"

Don Juan reflected deeply in his heart, then took out a flyer from his pocket and stuck it on the wall.