C1 Little Trash!

"You little nobody, you're so ugly and don't even have any talent. Why are you even alive?"

"You're just here for our amusement, haha!"

"She's so ugly, her face would scare anyone!"

"Still holding your ground, huh? What can you do to me, you little nobody, ugly duckling?"

The childish voices intertwined, creating a small commotion.

A group of well-dressed kids surrounded a small figure. They looked about eleven or twelve, yet their eyes held a cruelty and mockery far beyond their years, lacking the innocence typical of their age.

In the center stood a frail little girl.

She kept her head down, her trembling body betraying her fear, though she tried hard not to make a sound. Her hands at her sides were clenched tightly.

"We told you to bow when you see us, but you didn't listen. Now look, you bumped into me, and my hand still hurts. What are you going to do about it, you little nobody?" A boy sneered at her, his eyes full of malice, showing no restraint, making him seem rather intimidating.

He stood with his hands on his hips, his build slightly chubby, dressed in fine clothes, clearly from a wealthy family.

The little girl trembled, biting her lip in silence. She was just passing by, and he had walked into her. How could he twist the truth like that?

"Hey, if your hand still hurts, why not break her hand so she can feel some pain too? That way, she'll learn her lesson," a sweet voice chimed in, shockingly malicious for someone so young and pretty.

"Yeah, yeah, break it! I've had enough of this little nobody," the boy laughed, his eyes flashing with cruelty. He pointed to two kids nearby, who seemed to be from ordinary families, and said, "Go ahead, break her hand."

Two young boys listened, their eyes lighting up with interest. They were usually bored, and bullying this little girl seemed like fun. They reached out, trying to grab her hands.

Just as they touched her clothes, the girl reacted like a startled cat, suddenly pushing both boys away with surprising force. Caught off guard, the boys yelped as they stumbled backward, bumping into Alex.

"What are you doing?" Alex shouted angrily, clearly displeased.

"Alex, this little brat dared to push us!" one of the boys complained immediately.

Alex looked at the girl, who stood trembling. The more he looked, the angrier he got. He shoved the boys aside and glared at her. "You little troublemaker, think you can defy me? Watch how I deal with you today!"

With that, Alex raised his hands. The air around him shimmered slightly, and a fiery glow began to form between his palms—flames!

A small fireball blazed in his hands, radiating intense heat and a formidable power that was intimidating. The girl stepped back in fear, trying to escape.

"Fireball, go!" With a flash of malice in his eyes, Alex shouted, releasing the fireball straight at the girl. It cut through the air with a whoosh, carrying a clear intent to harm.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a voice rang out. Someone was rushing over from a distance, quickly closing in. He conjured a curtain of water in his hands, aiming to extinguish the fireball before it could reach the girl.

However, he was still a step too late. The small fireball had already struck the little girl, hitting her square in the chest. She let out a cry of pain, fell to the ground, and coughed up a large amount of blood. Her head tilted to the side, revealing her dark, distorted face, now lifeless.

"No!" The man's eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled a step forward. His gaze was filled with anguish as he looked at the frail, thin figure on the ground.