Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

iety and engage in “Normal”work again.

It was hard to imagine that a combat system extraordinaire would be in the depths of the miasma-filled forest yesterday, immersing his entire body into the swamp.
Even his excrement would be left in the mud.
He had waited for three days and three nights, finally, a ferocious beast from Hell revealed a flaw, so he suddenly erupted.
In a flash, he stabbed the dagger that was as thin as a Cicada’s wing into the crack in the back of the ferocious Beast’s skull.

Today, this extraordinary fighter of the combat department could sit in the cubicle of the office building obediently, curling his body, lowering his head, and dealing with all kinds of complicated documents and data.

It was also hard to imagine that an extraordinary fighter of the combat department, who was still enjoying the cheers of the Citizens Yesterday, was hailed as a hero, a warrior, the guardian of Dragon City, and even the Savior.
He was ready at any minute to give up his precious life for the continuation of Dragon City’s civilization, and to give up his life.

Today, he could accept that when his performance was not satisfactory, he would be scolded by his boss for being useless if he spent a little more time in the toilet.
He would be scolded so badly that he would doubt his life and doubt that he was a piece of trash.

What was even more terrifying was that as long as there was no new war.

Such a dull, mediocre life, which was a hundred times crueler than fighting in the wilderness, would continue forever.

And compared to the sense of loss and the decline of social status, the more serious and practical problem was that many extraordinary warriors of the combat system had no money.

Yes, in the glorious days when there were monsters to fight, the extraordinary warriors of the combat system made a lot of money.

Many people were lucky enough to kill a ferocious beast of hell.
The rare materials extracted from the monster’s body could be exchanged for the income of ordinary people who worked hard in Dragon City for half a year or even a year.

However, extraordinary people in the combat system were used to living a life of drinking and drinking

After all, when you saw your best friend or a powerhouse dozens of times more powerful than you every day, their heads were bitten off by the beast, their internal organs were eaten up, and their bone marrow was sucked dry.

It was impossible for you to save any money.

While your head was still growing on your neck and your head was still breathing, drinking big bowls of wine, eating big chunks of meat, and living a happy life, all the money was converted into friendship, pleasure, and strength.
This was the real deal.

If the extraordinaires from the nine great cultivation families had the support of the super corporations, they would not have to worry too much about their livelihood.

Coming from a humble background, they did not have much concept of financial management, and they never thought too much about the future of the middle-and low-level extraordinaires.
When they realized that the “Monster-fighting”skill that they relied on to survive had actually become a dragon-slaying skill.., when they could no longer maintain the level of consumption that they were used to, they could not help but fall into a daze.

In the beginning, they did not panic too much.

After all, just the rewards from defeating the monster civilization would allow them to be in the limelight for a while.

But since they were extraordinary humans, they naturally could not be like ordinary people, saving their money in the bank and living frugally.

It was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, and difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

The combat system extraordinary humans, who were used to recklessly squandering, quickly became penniless.

And when they woke up from their head-splitting hangover and drew their swords, they could no longer find any monsters that they could casually hunt.

In order to accommodate these combat-system Beyonders.

The transcendental tower and the survival committee were worried sick.

The transcendental tower had more than once told all the Beyonders registered on the register that the war had ended.
What followed was an era of peaceful development.
All the Beyonders had to follow the trend of the times, be optimistic, be proactive, and take the initiative to change, they had to invest in a brand new and wider battlefield.

Especially the Combat Beyonders.
If possible, they had to actively change to the direction of scientific research, education, management, production, and manufacturing.
They had to continue to shine in their brand new positions.

It was easy to say.

Holding a gun and a pen were ultimately not the same thing

Cutting the monster’s throat, typing on the keyboard, and creating powerpoint slides were completely unrelated.

For someone like Lu Siya, who was capable of prospecting, fighting, and management, she was a rarity.

Even such a talent was slowly honed by the Lu family and the Universal Corporation, which were both rich and powerful.

For most of the middle-and low-level extraordinaires who were born in humble families and were used to the endless killing for twenty-four hours, the so-called ‘transformation’was not easy at all!

Of course, if one did not expect too high a salary and social status, there was no need for the content of the work to be interesting and meaningful.

There was always work.
No matter how bad the combat system transcendents were, finding a heavy physical job, such as carrying bricks, delivering express delivery, installing and cleaning the glass walls of high-rise buildings, was definitely not a problem.

The problem was, how could one pull down one’s face?

Many combat system extraordinaires had always been the honor of their families.
They were the “Children of other families’that their neighbors called them.
They were the hope of the entire village.
They were existences that the entire community had to look up to.

Now, they had to compete for a job with those ordinary people that they had once protected and idolized.
They had to use their extraordinary powers to snatch the jobs of ordinary people?

This was a social death!

Instead of enduring the strange looks from their families and neighbors, it would be better to be bitten to death by a monster in the depths of the wilderness.
It would be more satisfying and glorious!