My life can't be a harem game!

Although it has a human body, it has a pair of cute cat ears on its head and a naughty little tail following behind its buttocks.

The body of the terrifying minotaur was covered with bulging muscles and there was a bull's head on his neck. His round eyes were shining and he looked extremely ferocious.

He has two horns on his head, his skin is a healthy brown, and he holds a battle axe in his hand. Even through his thick leather clothes, you can easily see the vest line on his abdomen.

It is a city in a foreign land, a city in fantasy, and a city inhabited by non-humans.

It is a poem, a painting, and an extremely amazing scene. Until now, 99% of human beings have never seen the place where the Demi-humans live. Most people think that they live in a barren marginal area. A considerable number of people only know that the area where the Demi-humans live prohibits modern high technology. They imagine it as a backward place, where the people live a life like ascetics, working from sunrise to sunset like country people.

If such people came here or heard what the people who really came to this place said, they would probably be speechless and truly feel their own stupidity and ignorance. Just think about it and you will know that now that sub-humans are well-known creatures in the world, their physical abilities, practical abilities, and intelligence are far superior to ordinary humans. How could they lag behind others in this era when even beggars use their mobile phones to play online games?

Just like some oil merchants in the last century, when you only see the clothes they wear, you think that the so-called wealth is actually just that, but when you actually see their savings and luxury cars, you will be scared to death!

One percent of people don't talk about it, and ninety-nine percent of people have never seen it with their own eyes, which ultimately leads to the outside world's current misunderstanding of the sub-human environment, and people think that all sub-humans are barbaric creatures who drink fur and eat blood, but the real situation is quite different.

"John, do you want to go take a dip in the hot spring pool outside of town today?"

"I don't think I need to. I'm about to shed my skin. It's too stimulating and it will be very uncomfortable when the time comes to shed."

"What a shame! I had prepared a few beastman movies to watch together..."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go to the hot springs together!"

The man with a pair of wings on his back invited like this, and then a demi-human with horns on his head and a thin layer of stratum corneum on the skin on both sides of his cheeks responded impatiently. The only thing in common between these two people was probably what they were wearing, which was extremely inconsistent with the layout of this city.

They are high school students, or to be more precise, they are high school students among the sub-human race!

There is no patent for the saying "take the essence and discard the dross", and the sub-human race is a good example of this. Although they have abandoned most of the modern equipment in order to protect their living place, they never leave any room for their children's education. Although the situation like now where people watch love action movies that come from unknown sources often happens, contrary to the understanding of people outside, the teenagers in the sub-human area have a general understanding of the outside world and will not make too many mistakes.

Besides, unlike the humans outside, most demi-humans are very open-minded. They are all living creatures and have the impulse of puberty. They worship nature and are very happy that their children know how to mate. They are not indulgent. Their innate lifespan is much longer than that of humans. Unlike the human education system, the lifespan here is twice as long. These demi-humans wearing the high school uniforms of the demi-human school are already in their thirties, which can be considered middle-aged among humans.

Different education systems, different living environments and different bodies ultimately lead to differences in cognition. Part of the reason why sub-humans do not appear in this world is that they do not want to live with humans, but more importantly, they are concerned about the strange looks of the world.

It's good here. I can follow the teachings of my ancestors to maintain my original life, sing and dance to my heart's content, and don't have to engage in intrigue with humans. Even if there is an ambitious person, I only need to exile him instead of giving him the death penalty and polluting the sub-humans themselves.

In a quiet and harmonious environment, if there is no subsequent education, it must be quiet and gentle...

"Hey, Grandpa, what is the human world like?"

On a sunny day, in a small house filled with colorful flowers and full of fragrance, a Centaur girl with dark orange hair looked up and asked an old Centaur who was curled up in a chair with a peaceful face.

The broad body paused subconsciously at first, and the old man who was dozing on the chair opened his cloudy eyes. There was an air of vicissitudes in his eyes that could not be described in words. It was the best proof left after the test of time.

"The human world?" He murmured in a low voice at first, as if he was mobilizing his old mind to search for information about this aspect bit by bit. Every day in the human world flashed through his mind like a movie, and finally...

"It was a purgatory." His tone was extremely melancholy. As an older man, he did not have the inflated heart like the young sub-humans. He never considered himself superior to others. As a fellow life, all were equal.

"What is purgatory?" She became interested in this new word and asked closer, rubbing her lovely hair against her grandfather's rough hands.

The old man smiled gently and did not answer, "Grandpa can't tell you, this is a very wrong word, it's best not to know it."

"Well~~Grandpa, please tell me~~" the little centaur continued to act coquettishly.

A hint of doting appeared on his face, but he still didn't answer her, "I'm sorry, this is the only thing I can't tell you."

"I just want to know, please, please——!"

Children are naturally curious and have a strong desire to explore. The old man's unwillingness to lie and his desire to conceal something aroused her curiosity. She kept begging. The childish voice made it difficult to calm down. The old man took a long time to calm down and shook his head gently...

.......

This is the last memory of him in my memory...

She withdrew her gaze from the lush forest not far away, her hard iron hooves crushed the floor, and she looked down at everyone present!

The upper body is quite plump, with a slender waist and fair skin, and beautiful coffee-colored long hair that shines like a princess. From the perspective of normal people, it is quite perfect. The temperament on her body is like that of a princess, and at the same time, it is mixed with some heroic spirit, which is quite attractive...

Unfortunately, from the waist down, her body is that of a horse. Her strong legs and streamlined abdomen are covered by a layer of tight-fitting custom armor, which makes her look quite sturdy. The exposed black-brown horse mane flutters in the wind, which looks very dashing.

Centaurs - the recognized supervisors of the sub-humans since their thorough integration. Fair and brave by nature, both male and female can become formal supervisors and are recognized by the patriarchs of all sub-human races. Every sub-human must obey their control, otherwise they will be charged with treason against the race!

On weekdays, she is considered a quiet and gentle beautiful girl, but every time at this time, the quiet beautiful girl always turns into an irritable beautiful girl, scolding these guys who have just sneaked in from the forest.

There were ghosts, Medusa, male orcs from the cat tribe, and even shorter minotaurs mixed in... These guys almost sneaked across the human border from the grove that they were guarding!

She was so angry that she was fuming. She jumped hard. The stone ground was hard, but it was still inferior to the even stronger horse hooves. The sound of her jumping was different. Even though she was very angry, her voice still sounded charming.

"You've violated the district law again. Do you want to be exiled?"

Those who act as supervisors in cities at the human border where sub-humans have entered the country are not only responsible for maintaining public order within the city, but more importantly, they are responsible for preventing sub-humans who are formally registered within the sub-human community from entering the country illegally. If they do not have formal identities, it is still okay, but if those with formal identities cause trouble in the human kingdom, it will cause a problem between the two races, which can easily lead to big problems!

And even if it didn't cause any problems, it would be big news if discovered by others. Those human politicians would most likely use this to make up some trouble. Although it didn't harm the sub-human race, it would definitely cause an impact on their reputation. Especially once the impact was caused, the name of their own family would be affected.

The Kimito clan is a large sub-human clan that symbolizes centaurs. Since the Age of Heroes, they have symbolized six words: guarding, loyalty, bravery, justice, and strength. If problems with guarding arose at the hands of other sub-humans, it would be fine, but the Kimito clan will not allow failure, absolutely not!

"Sister Jinai, we just want to go out and broaden our horizons. We have been reading books for so long, but we really don't understand anything about humans!"

"Yes, we want to go out and take a look. We don't want to be trapped in here forever!"

"There is a wider sky waiting for us to fly. I don't think we can make progress by sitting in the classroom all day long!"

This group of subhuman high school students who were caught and wanted to cross the forest to the human world started their own reason performance at the same time after making a gesture of positive energy. In the end, they even posed in a group pose, which fully demonstrated their determination...

Although they are called sub-humans, in fact, there is not much difference between them and humans. The so-called barriers are probably only those brought about by the racial organs in their bodies.

oh! ?

"Jue is so strong? Then..."

Hearing such a positive statement, she raised her eyebrows, looked at these young men who were pretending to be so similar with a half-smile, and after saying this, she stomped her two strong legs down fiercely -

boom--! ! !

It was not a crack, but a shattering of the stone, which turned into stone residue and stone powder, making people tremble involuntarily.

"Who can survive my blow? I will pay for the formalities and travel expenses for you minors to go to the human area!"

When she said this, she looked into the eyes of the young men present without any hesitation. The seriousness in her eyes proved that she was not joking. If any of these young men really had the courage to stand up, she would really consider helping them with the formalities and letting them go...

As an inspector, Himeno has all the power to attack them. In fact, among the demi-humans, force is very important. If they can pass, it won't hurt to help them...

Unfortunately, these people who had just spoken quite excitedly looked at each other but did not stand up.

If you stand up, you are mentally ill, but if you don't stand up, you are normal...

Are you kidding me!? Being fucked by a hoof like that? You'll definitely have to stay in bed for a month!

"What a spineless bunch of guys, go back!"

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he scolded these listless guys and sent them back home. He once again realized that it was difficult to find men with backbone even among sub-humans these days. Jinai sighed and was about to turn around and leave, but a Hobbit man in a white windbreaker suddenly landed in front of him.

Less than three seconds after landing on the ground, the other party took out a stack of papers with densely written messages, bowed to her respectfully, and gently handed the things in his hand to her...

"Hello, respected prosecutor, I'm from the Hobbit newspaper, and I have an application that I hope will be approved."

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ps; It’s time to have a good sleep!!!

82. The goal is getting closer

[He bravely defeated the criminals of mankind and stood in front of the innocent victims time and time again. He has become a well-deserved hero among mankind. He is powerful, extremely powerful, and arrogant, so arrogant that even the Asians ignore him...]

The third largest district among the seventeen districts of the world, at this moment in the center of the city, next to a pool with various carvings of brave demi-humans, dreamy singing came out from the mouth of a hobbit nearby, so harsh that all the demi-humans passing by could not believe their ears. Many demi-humans who claimed to be powerful glared at them, but more of them just watched quietly and did nothing.

The demi-humans - the Hobbits, are demi-humans who possess the ability to fly and have beautiful singing voices. They are natural singers and messengers. They were the source of all intelligence when the human-demi-human coalition was fighting against the demons thousands of years ago. They would be there to report all the actions of the demon army before the attack, and were never afraid even though they were often killed in battle. They were the epitome of bravery and swiftness.

The subhuman reports of the Hobbit newspaper can also be regarded as one of the many characteristics of the subhuman living areas. Since the use of electrical appliances and modern products is reduced when not necessary, most of the time, those small news are spread by the Hobbits flying to various cities. The speed of their reports is actually not much different from that of human society. Only those that are really worth reporting will be selected by the Hobbits for reporting. Things like in human society where a white-faced young man's broken finger is exaggerated and broadcast as the front page headline basically do not happen...

After all, the lifestyle of subhumans is different from that of humans. Even if they are not short of money, their self-sufficient nature is ingrained in their bones. Rather than caring about those little boys who cry and scream because their little fingers are scratched, they are more willing to care about whether soft or hard paper should be used when going to the toilet...

In the Hobbit tribe, news about humans is only occasionally reported, and even when it is reported, most of it is about certain areas verbally abusing each other. The war of words is quite fierce, but in fact, they are all meaningless actions, done to show their presence.

But today, something is different.

There wasn't a single dirty word in it, there wasn't any direct insult, and there wasn't any meaningful sentence. It was simply praising his strength and pride, but it just made the demi-human unhappy, extremely unhappy.

The reason for the unhappiness is simple, that is, the people the Hobbits are talking about are humans...

"How can a mere human boast that he has strong fighting power?" A big man from the bear tribe with black hair all over his body showed his biceps, the bulging blue veins on it symbolized its strength.

The upper body is human, the lower body is snake, wearing gold and silver that are valuable in human society as ornaments. The female Medusa licked the corner of her lips with her forked tongue, staring at the harpies who were still singing diligently with her inverted triangle eyes, and sneered, "The harpies have also fallen, and they actually started to broadcast this kind of news. Could it be that they have been bought by humans like before?"

There are bound to be factional and party disputes within any race. Even humans who look the same can want to kill each other, not to mention the sub-humans who have nothing in common with their appearance. Many races follow their own nature and are not polite to races that can become food.

"It's possible, but you can't say that. The Hobbits have worked hard for so many years, and their news is definitely well-known. They won't destroy their reputation for a little money. I have confidence in them." A centaur uncle with not too pure fur said this as he passed by carrying seven bags of flour. "I'd rather believe that the human has some ability."

He is not the supervisor of this city, and not all Centaurs have to become supervisors. The Centaurs who can truly become sub-humans need to be purebreds with pure bloodlines. Centaurs like him, whose bloodlines and strength are not strong, usually engage in some labor work within the city.

No one even believed what the supervisors said, let alone the laborers. Many people laughed out loud at that moment.

"If you have the ability, the rest is easy to deal with. You said fighting? Haha, you said humans!?"

"Stop joking, this is a farce!"

"This is definitely another boring news story. I don't care."

Trust requires strength and facts. Not to mention other aspects, it is absolutely not possible in fighting. The last battle for the strongest male was the best proof. Apart from being smart and cunning enough, humans have no advantages and are the worst creatures.

Even the more rational Centaur uncle was unwilling to debate this point too much. Although he believed in the Hobbits' ability to report facts, he could not guarantee whether the so-called humans were capable or not. After all, he did not live there and had not directly received their favor, so it would be strange for him to know.

“Ah, young people nowadays.”

The middle-aged man sighed like this, carrying the bags step by step towards the place where his crops were urgently needed. Work was more important than discussing the gossip from the human world.

The discussion about the humans mentioned by the harpy did not diminish because of the departure of the centaurs, but became more heated. Just when the atmosphere of the discussion reached its peak, the harpy began to repeat the report. As a qualified communicator, it is impossible for the transmission of those messages to end over and over again. This is not in line with the society of sub-humans. The sub-humans that can pass through different time periods are different, so naturally they can't just chant once and be done with it...

[He is fearless, brave, and not particular about details. He dares to fight against all those who deny him...]

I don't know if it was because he was itching to do so, but Habib obviously heard the sound over here. However, he did not make the wise choice to shut up and wait until the limelight passed before continuing to chant the cicada. However, Tiaozai chose to sing at this time, which pushed himself into the feudal world all of a sudden. It was a symbol of stupidity to the extreme.

"You bird-winged fellow, do you want to be hung up and beaten?!"

"You actually advertise for ordinary humans. It seems that you have received a lot of bribes!"

The demihumans, feeling quite unhappy, came forward with a grin on their faces. A few of the fierce-looking ones even pretended to snap their hands and feet with their hands, looking as if they really wanted to beat someone up.

It was at this moment that the sound of wind arrived first with a faint fragrance. After smelling this fragrance, no matter how fierce the demi-human's face was, he suddenly became amiable, and the words "good baby" were almost written on his head.

Her iron-hoofed feet pounded on the ground, and the agitated dust made her vision a little blurry. She raised her cheeks and pointed her nose at all the demi-humans present, and asked sternly, "What do you want to do!?"

"What do we want to do... Miss Jinao, what else can we do? It's just for the safety and accuracy of the information so we come to ask this lovely hobbit what's going on with this message." The sub-human who had just taken the lead and was about to leave the hobbit laughed heartily, looking embarrassed.

They are both Centaurs, but purebred and hybrid are two completely different concepts. One is at most a coolie, while the one in front of him is undoubtedly of top aristocratic descent. They are two completely different concepts. Just like he could scold the coolie who was similar to him just now, he could scold him as he pleased, but if he showed the city supervisor in front of him even the slightest disrespect, he might be thrown into prison and never get out.

It is a matriarchal clan, with women being the heads of the family. Male Centaurs, especially those of mixed blood, have absolutely no status in the Centaur family. Women are the real men... Just like myself now, although I am a man, I am nothing in the sub-human race.

His eyes tilted to the side, and his sight fell on the black-haired bear man. Jinai was dismissive of these words, and sneered and asked, "Is it necessary to go through so much trouble to ask a question? And you are a group of people. I always feel that what you say is fake."

She wasn't asking. In fact, she was sure that this guy was definitely planning to do something serious to the people from the Hobbit Newspaper...

This kind of thing has happened more than once or twice. Every time my warnings were turned a deaf ear. He will definitely do it again next time. What a disgusting guy. If he wasn't the lover of the pig-headed queen nearby, I would have killed him long ago - damn it!

"No, no, it's all true. I'm just a little curious about today's news. As someone who signed up for the strongest male competition, I'm very wary of strong males, so..."

"Don't be so hypocritical. You should know that if everything the Harpy Newspaper reports is true, then he, a human, would never be able to participate in the competition. Humans lost the opportunity to participate in the strongest male competition hundreds of years ago."

"Oh, I forgot about this." His acting skills in playing an ignorant person were superb. He shook his head in annoyance and said with regret, "What a pity! I wanted to challenge the strong through this battle, but I can't fight against the strong among humans... What a pity! It's really a pity!"

Although he said it was a pity, his tone and eyes did not show any regret. Instead, he had a faint sense of gloating. It seemed that it was not only humans who had changed in the world, but even the demi-humans had begun to have some crooked ideas...

If it were any other time, although it would be unlikely to send him to the detention center for a while, it would still be possible to give him a beating for obstructing public service, and his mistress would not fall out with him because of such a thing...

But not now!

In the sub-human area, the status of men is very low at any time of the year or in any of the twelve months. There is no shortage of men who have to do some heavy work during the day and work in the fields at night. Although their bodies are still much better than those of humans, they are already quite weak.

The battle for the strongest male is often a declaration that males should get some rest. Otherwise, in a matriarchal clan, being busy all day long without any rest time is exhausting...

The reason why those high school males of the sub-human race are so eager to go outside is partly due to their own impulse, but the bigger reason is that they have heard that the human world is a world dominated by men, so they want to go and take control of their own lives.

This is the reason why I didn't take any action against those little brats, and this is also the reason why I let him get away. I am such a useless inspector... Jino couldn't help feeling a little gloomy in her heart. After saying "Be careful next time" to the male bear man, she walked away without looking back.

"I'm leaving now. My Lord, please don't be too tired. I was thinking of asking my Lord to ask the higher-ups whether he could be allowed to resume his human status so that he could fight me to his heart's content. But since my Lord is so tired, I'll just leave it alone."

The bear man kept on pretending to be nice, but he was completely unaware that behind him, the hobbit in a white windbreaker had a bright look in his eyes, which then quickly disappeared without a trace. Waves of electric waves emanated from his body, one after another, little by little, across a considerable distance, and reached the edge of the third zone, to a small area that could not be further away. There, an old hobbit was trembling as he looked at the beauty on the screen. The beauty that seemed to be flocking to others seemed to be as terrifying and hideous as a flood and beast in the eyes of the old man.

The girl on the screen had a cold look on her face and said to herself expressionlessly, "The layout of the plan has been decided. Now it depends on the results. Huck, I will have to trouble you a little more recently."

"Lady Charlotte, I am too old. This plan..." Although the old man was old, his speech was very clear and his pronunciation was distinct. He didn't sound like an old man at all.

As for this kind of people, Charlotte always has a solution attitude. "If you don't want you, the so-called hobbit elder, and are willing to restore your human identity, please do as you please."

The old man paused when he heard this, his eyes full of fear, he lowered his head calmly, "......"