Hauge had been having an extremely miserable time lately.
His commoner status had left this former grand leader of Demon Valley thwarted at every turn. Whether looking for work or studying, he had suffered nothing but cold stares. Sometimes, he truly wanted to roar at those blind fools who looked down on him: "I'm a Supreme Level Five powerhouse! If this weren't Human Valley, you wouldn't even be qualified to scrub my boots..."
But this was Human Valley, a place where force could not be used at all.
If Hauge had once been skilled with puppet battle dolls, then even as a commoner, he believed he could have made something of himself.
But ever since childhood, he had despised those sluggish, mindless puppet battle dolls. He felt that things that could not level up had no future, and would be better replaced by cultivating a high-potential war beast. As a cultivation fanatic, he had never wanted to waste time on puppet battle dolls.
Now, it was too late for regrets!
Had Ren Tiange, Silver-Eyed Great Sage, and the others not occasionally lent him a hand, Hauge would likely have been reduced to begging. With his temperament, there was no way he could obediently work for weak, snobbish merchants. What was more, those jobs were soul-sucking exploitation, designed to wring every last drop from him. He was not some slave born to be exploited, one who had long resigned himself to his fate. He was a reincarnator with Supreme Level Five strength. No matter how crushing the pressure of life became, he could not make himself accept the identity of a commoner who was bullied at every turn.
"Get out! You can't even handle such a tiny job, yet you dare question my arrangements from below? You lowborn wretch, get out