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Chapter 207 Born as a Human

"In short, you can guess the result."

Killer Croc threw the last bit of bone into his mouth and clapped his hands. "That day, I woke up and turned back into Crocodile Man. My dark green skin and scales grew back, even my tail regenerated, and my claws and teeth were fully restored. I went to the circus as usual, and found that no one could tell what I had been through last night."

"and then?"

"Then I gave it up and went back to my job, entertaining the crowds in the ring - that was probably over a decade ago."

"Holy crap, man, look! Alligators are fighting alligators!"

“It’s a bit too scary.”

On top of the ring was a specially made oversized aquarium, and inside the aquarium was a giant alligator-shaped crocodile and another giant human-shaped crocodile.

The audience below the ring cheered, were excited, and shouted wildly at the aquarium. Most of them had expressions of astonishment and curiosity, while a very small number of people had expressions of worry and pity.

The two monsters in the aquarium roared, tore, and fought. One opened its huge jaws and bit the other's arm, while the other stretched out its huge claws and hit the other's body hard.

Yes, besides a monster, what else can compete with another monster on the same stage? Ever since arriving at the circus, Waylon has always had only one opponent, the crocodile named "Al".

Ed, dressed in a suit, stood aside with a microphone. He had no interest in what happened in the water tank and his eyes were fixed on the faces of the audience. In his eyes, the cheering faces turned into green banknotes, which flowed into his pocket continuously. With Waylon as a cash cow, the circus became a hit and the income from the performances soared. This made him more and more happy, but also more and more greedy.

And for fame and publicity, he also gave Waylon another name.

When Waylon walked out of the aquarium holding his bitten right arm, the crocodile inside had lost consciousness. Ed and Spotlight walked to his side and raised his left hand.

"Today's winner is - Killer Croc!!!"

The audience immediately cheered.

Waylon stood in the spotlight, but no one noticed the expression on his crocodile face, nor did anyone care what he thought of the name.

"Dear audience friends, please continue to enjoy the next performance of the circus!"

Ma Zhaodi listened to the story and interjected, "That sounds painful."

"That hurts," Killer Croc replied.

"Hey, couldn't you have been a little gentler with Al? That alligator cost me five hundred bucks! Look what you did to it."

Waylon was sitting on a stool while a wrestler from the circus was bandaging the wound on his right hand. Although there was no fracture, part of Waylon's skin and muscles were still bitten through, which made him feel very painful.

"S-sorry, Ed," he replied glumly.

"Never mind, this is your share, take it."

Looking at the forty dollars Ed threw over, Waylon was stunned. "Why forty dollars? Shouldn't each performance be a hundred dollars?"

"Idiot, when I negotiated with you a while ago, it was only one hundred, but now, I'm giving you forty, you should accept it with gratitude."

Weiren's beast-like pupils turned and looked at Ed.

"Come on, Waylon Jones, what other choice do you have? What else can a monster like you do? Your name is 'Killer Croc', and you really want to be a dentist in a small town?"

"Besides, with your appearance, these disgusting scales, these beastly teeth and claws, you don't deserve anything more."

At this time, the other wrestler who couldn't bear to listen anymore turned and left the backstage. Although she sympathized with Waylon, she didn't dare to offend her boss.

Seeing that Waylon didn't refute him, Ed became even more unscrupulous. He extended a stack of hundred-dollar bills in front of Waylon and shook it like he was teasing a pet. "See? This is your share of the profit from that performance. That's forty dollars. If you want to make more, I have a way for you."

At this point, a sadistic smile appeared on his face.

"It's very simple, Waylon. All you have to do next time is let Aldo bite you a few times, arms, hands, legs, stomach - anywhere. You're a freak anyway, and you'll be back to normal the next day."

"I know what the audience wants to see. They like to see some blood in the water. The more blood, the more excited they are. If you bleed more every time in the future, we can make more money - your share will be increased from 40 to 100. How about it?"

Waylon still didn't say anything. He just stared at Ed with no expression on his face.

"Oh, that look is really scary—Okay, okay, take this money." Ed pulled out a few hundred dollars from the stack of bills in his hand and slapped Waylon's face with them: "Come on, smile, remember to show your teeth, isn't that why you are showing your teeth to me? But remember, there is an old saying that goes, don't bite the hand that feeds you."

Waylon knew very well what Ed was doing at the moment. He had seen Ed beating Al who was hung up with a whip, and then feeding him some meat. However, after a few weeks, Al became obedient.

But I'm not Al.

As he thought this, he suddenly opened his mouth and showed his fangs.

"After biting off Ed's arm, I ran away. Not long after, I was on the Gotham Police Department's wanted list. There was no place for me to stay on the ground, so I had to run to the sewer to live. I once tried to survive by eating rats, but I soon found that I couldn't accept such food."

"You all know what happened next—I was involved in gangs, a robber, and I killed people. I even founded a gang. Interestingly, my body is really suited to fighting and violence, and I was much more successful on the evil path than the righteous one."

At this point, the crocodile man glanced at Ma Zhaodi and said to him seriously, "I was born this way. I should have scales and sharp claws, teeth and a tail. This is determined by my genes. My only mistake is that I wanted to be a human."

"How can it be wrong?" Ma Zhaodi replied seriously, "You just can't be an ordinary person, but you have human dignity and values, human emotions, you speak human language, wear proper clothes, and can read and write. You just have some illness, so you look different from ordinary people, that's all."

"Actually, I think whether someone is considered human or not depends solely on whether they do human things. To borrow a phrase from a white-haired old man I really like, 'Even without mutation, some people will lose their humanity.'"

"Your only fault wasn't your birth, but your crime—a mistake only a 'human' could commit."

(End of this chapter)