"David Bolton, what's going on? Is Peter Grant messing with you?" Mr. Foster asked loudly.

David Bolton rubbed his sore butt from the fall. Although his anger was surging, his millennia of hard-earned emotional intelligence actually allowed him to keep his emotions in check.

He stood up from the ground, smiled, and said, "It was my own carelessness, nothing to do with him."

Peter Grant was clearly feeling guilty and glanced at him furtively. The other classmates were also looking at David Bolton with strange expressions, sensing that he seemed a bit different from usual today.

All afternoon, David Bolton worked hard to gather any useful information he could.

He found an old denim wallet, from which he pulled out a few meal tickets and a crumpled ten-yuan bill. The most surprising find was a hard card, with "Resident Identity Card" printed on the back, and his photo and detailed personal information on the front.

The name and gender were correct, but the photo was just too ugly. In the past, he might not have been called handsome or dashing, but at least he had delicate features. Now, well, all that was ruined by being fat.

What frustrated him most was his height—he was a whole head shorter than before! Back in the Heavenly Court, he was at least tall and elegant, looking down on all beings. But now, he had to look up at almost everyone, and the world looked completely different from this new perspective.

He finally made it to the end of the school day, only to face another problem: what exactly was his current identity? Who were his parents? How many siblings did he have?

Getting started is always the hardest part. David Bolton decided to go home first according to the address on the card—at the very least, he needed a place to eat and sleep.

While packing his bag, his deskmate took advantage of his distraction to stick a note on his back. Just as he succeeded, an angry voice scolded, "Peter Grant, what are you doing? Bullying David Bolton again?"

Peter Grant was startled. David Bolton looked up and saw a tall, skinny boy walking over, glaring angrily at Peter Grant. He came to David Bolton's side and reached out to pull the note off his back.

The note had a drawing of a turtle and the insulting words "Ninja Turtle" written on it.

David Bolton wasn't someone without a temper. Ever since being banished from the Heavenly Palace, his resentment had only grown. But having just suffered a big loss and now being in a strange environment, reason told him to figure things out before making any rash decisions.

Peter Grant scoffed, "William Carter, mind your own business."

William Carter glared at him and said, "Stop picking on people." He turned to David Bolton: "David Bolton, ignore him, let's go home."

Chapter Two: First Arrival in the Human World

William Carter was David Bolton's neighbor and childhood playmate. David Bolton hadn't always been like this; from kindergarten through middle school, he had always been a top student in both character and academics. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get into Beichen City's No. 1 High School.

The summer after graduating from middle school, his parents, to celebrate his admission to a top high school, rented a minivan and took the whole family on a road trip. Who could have expected that joy would turn to tragedy? On the way back, they had a car accident. Of the seven people in the car, only he survived. His father, mother, paternal grandparents, and maternal grandparents all died in that crash, leaving David Bolton an orphan.

To make matters worse, it was later found that his father had been driving under the influence. Not only did the insurance company refuse to pay, but the responsible party also had to cover the rental company's damages.

The elders didn't leave much behind, but on his father's side there was an uncle, and on his mother's side two uncles. None of these relatives were well-off, and none were willing to give up their inheritance rights.

Although his parents' house was in a prime location right by the city center subway, it was bought with a mortgage. David Bolton had no way to pay off such a large loan. The best option was to sell the house, but once people heard about his family's tragedy, they thought the house was unlucky, so no one was interested and it couldn't be sold quickly.

In the end, it was the uncle who handled the sale who bought the house at a low price.

During the housing boom, the price was only 70% of their original contract price. The uncle put on a reluctant face, saying he only bought the "haunted house" out of pity for David Bolton, otherwise he wouldn't have bought it at all, and that he was helping the family pay off their debts.

But on the very day the deal was done, the uncle and aunt hurriedly moved in, and his little cousin went around telling everyone they had a new house, boasting about the beautiful neighborhood, the high-end amenities, and the luxurious renovations.

While David Bolton was in the hospital, a huge amount of money was spent. In the end, it was thanks to donations from the school and the community that this major problem was solved.

After being discharged, he faced homelessness. The uncle, with a sincere face, said he really wanted to take him in, but when it came to the aunt's fierceness, he looked extremely troubled. In the end, David Bolton went to live in his paternal grandparents' tiny room of less than fifteen square meters—even though, legally, the uncle owned half the inheritance rights to that room.

The quick-witted uncle used his half of the property rights as a set-off for 100,000 yuan, meaning that while he bought David Bolton's new house at a 30% discount, he also paid 100,000 yuan less.

David Bolton didn't care. In fact, his brain had suffered a major blow in the accident. According to the hospital, it was already a medical miracle that he survived at all. His brain would suffer some degree of damage, and this incident would also have a huge psychological impact on him.