Brothers in Misfortune Finally Meet

Zarathos had never suffered such utter humiliation.

But.

Now, all he could do was endure. Having lost everything, he had naturally lost the right to be proud. If he wanted to lie low and look for a chance at revenge, he had to learn restraint.

"Endure! I have to endure!"

He took another deep breath, turned around, and walked toward the pile of scrap.

Behind him came that Angel's laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Look at him! A Demon, hauling bricks here! Hahahahaha!"

His attendants laughed along with him.

"My lord, look at those horns of his. They're so tiny they look like decorations!"

"And that work uniform of his. Filthy and torn, like a beggar's!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Zarathos picked up a piece of scrap and threw it aside.

Then another.

Then another.

The laughter continued.

His fingers dug deep into the gaps in the scrap. His nails split, and blood flowed out. But he felt no pain—or rather, the pain he felt was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

When a tiger leaves the mountains, even dogs will bully it.

He finally understood what that saying meant.

Several more days passed.

Zarathos had already gotten used to life in the God Kingdom.

He was used to being woken every morning at five by the system's [Good morning! A new day has begun!], used to carrying bricks at the construction site, hauling cement, pushing carts, used to eating those awful relief meals in the cafeteria, used to returning to the dormitory at night and falling asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, used to the tasks and reminders the system issued every now and then.

But he had not gotten used to the humiliation.

That feeling of being looked down on, that feeling of being inferior, that feeling of "a tiger