Looks Female Enough~

"Fuck! The twerp is a talent user!"

"Everyone, what are you looking at? Attack him all at once!"

The leader, who saw Alan being able to use sorcery, mistook it for talent and addressed every goon to attack him at once.

Talent users are quite common in the world mainly because of the older generations. In old age, people who were constantly under the attack of monsters considered talents as the blessings of gods and disregarded the ones without it.

Knowing that a lot of talents can be passed down the family tree, everyone looked for the person with talents to mate and give birth to talent users who can survive in a world full of monsters.

Soon, the hierarchy of talented and talentless developed, and people began to look at the ones without talents as the trash of society, the untouchables, and whatnot.

After years of oppression and slavery, the talentless got their rights once humans became more civilized, but the discrimination against non-talent bearers still remained. Even with a job unrelated to any talents, the talentless aren't granted it because of old ideologies, causing them to face financial difficulties and be forced into a life of poverty even after being granted so-called 'equal' rights.

The slums are the places where most of the non-talented people of society live because of their poor financial conditions. But even so, it isn't that the ones without talents are the only ones who live here but the talented ones too, who either awakened the talents hidden in their genes or who aren't able to afford proper accommodation for themselves in better areas.

All the goons lunged at Alan at once, swinging their old weapons at him, which he was able to defend against.

Fuck! My stamina and energy are both running low! This damned body!!

As Alan defended himself from the continuous attacks from the goons, he cursed his pathetic body, which is in a very bad condition at present, making him unable to show his abilities properly.

"You fucker!"

Cursed one of the goons as he swung his sword sideways, attempting to cut the regressor's head.

Clang!

Sensing the danger, Alan stopped the attack with his arm, which worked like a sword, making a clanging noise as they clashed.

Fuck! He is stronger than me.

Having a better physical condition than Alan, the goon was overpowering him as the sword began to sting on Alan's skin.

Twisting his body, Alan ducked below, removing his arm that defended against the sword, causing the goon to stumble forward before attacking the goon's arm, wounding him enough to not be able to attack him again that night.

I have to make sure to not kill any of these bastards by mistake.

Saying that to himself, Alan aimed to not harm the goons critically and once again engaged in combat with others.

"These useless bastards."

The leader of the goons, who was watching his men being defeated one by one even after attacking together, grunted in annoyance while moving forward to join the battle.

"Bear Claw."

Motioning forward, the leader shouted while shaking his head as the mana flowing through his palms began to spread. A blue aura began to surround the man's palm, enveloping it like a large glove as the fingers began to mold into sharper shapes like a claw.

With a speed surprising for the man's size, the leader ran towards the regressor who was engaged with three of the last remaining goons.

Hands stretched out, he aimed for Alan's head, attempting to end it all with a single attack.

Alan watched the leader approach, attacking him with surprise as he didn't expect him to be a talent user but didn't panic. Instead, he ducked and rolled out of the way at the last moment, making the iron pole behind him suffer from the attack.

Bang!

A bang echoed through the streets as the claw connected to the pole, causing a large dent on the iron pole with the claw engraved on it.

Alan paid it no mind but continued to attack the remaining goons, easily dealing with them by catching them off-guard from below.

With the minions dealt with, Alan looked at the leader who attacked him earlier and lunged at him, attempting to catch the large man off-guard with his attack while the man was still facing the other side.

But his strategy failed as the man quickly turned, displaying incredible agility, catching the arm Alan used to attack and gripping it hard.

"Ugh.."

A pain-filled groan escaped the regressor's mouth as the leader gripped his hand too tightly, but before he could do anything, he felt the huge palm covering his whole face.

With the regressor's face in his grip, the leader tightly held it and with an incredible display of strength lifted the regressor, ramming his head through the nearby wall.

"Aargh!.."

Alan screamed loudly as he felt the pain through his head. The concussion was enough for Alan to lose all of his strength as he looked around the place that appeared to be spinning.

"Fucking son of a bitch."

"Ugh."

The leader cursed as he kicked the stomach of the regressor. His minions began to regain their senses and get up with each other's help.

The leader repeatedly kicked Alan, causing him to suffer more pain and finally lose consciousness under the heavy assault from the goon.

"Ah, boss..!"

"Fucking losers can't even handle a fucking kid!"

As the minions arranged themselves, calling their boss, the man couldn't help but shout at them with curses, making all of them feel ashamed.

"...Ha! Useless bastards. Anyway, get me that bitch now!"

As the leader said this with frustration, the crowd began to turn their heads towards the direction Ivy stood before the fight broke out, only to find it empty.

"Ha? Wasn't she standing there? Where the fuck is she?"

The group looked around in search of the girl that disappeared out of nowhere.

"Fuck! There she is! That fucker is taking her away!"

A loud shout caught everyone's attention as they all looked in the direction one of the minions was pointing out, only to find another man adorned in black running away holding the child in his arms, disappearing at the end of the streets away from their clutches.

"Fuck! What are you all watching here? Go after that bastard!!"

Extremely annoyed by another man interrupting his fun, the leader shouted with annoyance, scaring his minions who ran after the boy, ignoring their conditions.

"Sigh~.."

The leader sighed as he turned around, looking down at the beaten regressor with frustration before reaching down to his pants, opening his belt.

"B-boss! What are you doing?"

One of the minions, who stayed behind still recovering, asked as he watched his leader dropping his pants, displaying his large weapon that could make the majority of men doubt themselves.

"Can't you see?"

Crouching down to the boy, the leader nonchalantly answered as he began to undress the regressor.

"B-but isn't he a boy?!"

The minion shouted as he witnessed the leader undressing the man.

The leader didn't say anything, only nodded as he removed the mask hiding the handsome face of Alan that had a bit of a feminine charm to it.

"Looks female enough.."

That day, the regressor finally lost his virginity of two lives.