The Many Faces of Humanity, a Small Man's Resistance!

The east coast of the New Continent, Dragon Phoenix Territory.

At noon, the scorching, vicious sunlight blazed overhead, sending waves of heat rolling across the entire land.

On the dry, impoverished black-brown earth, yellow-green plants clung tightly to the ground, visible only in shaded spots.

Inside the territory's only town, Dragon's Roar Town.

One low, dilapidated house stood after another.

Thin, emaciated refugees wearing straw hats could be seen everywhere, walking among them and carrying building materials from who knew where to designated locations.

Meanwhile, the Dragon Phoenix Territory Defense Force members standing on both sides of the street lounged against the walls in the shade, fully armed.

Only when they occasionally saw one or two refugees hesitate would they impatiently walk over, open their mouths wide, and curse them out.

"Damnable trash! The Dragon Lord is not only providing you with fixed meals every day, but is also helping you rebuild your homes. And yet you people don't know how to be grateful or work properly, and are slacking off here!"

"It's been eight years since the Wasteland began. I really don't know how trash like you managed to survive this long."

The air was dry and hot.

When most people were abused like this, a trace of impulsive anger would rise in their hearts.

But as soon as their gazes drifted toward the guns slung over the Defense Force members' shoulders, a basin of cold water completely extinguished the flames of anger that had only just begun to rise.

"Why aren't you getting the hell out of here?"

Seeing several people still frozen in place among the sluggish crowd, the brutish Defense Force members grinned viciously.

They immediately strode forward and kicked them down hard several times.

Unlike a young man like Hou Yong, the people who were