I got transferred into my friend's novel.
A mishmash world that has everything from modern society to galleries, elves, beastkin, demons, etc.
Especially in that novel, humans are called the 'Soy Tribe', short-lived and frail, looked down upon and despised.
At least they give me enough to survive, so I ended up doing delivery loading/unloading jobs...
Short-lived? Doesn't seem like it?
Frail? Me?
Despised? Toward me?
The one and only Transcendent Being, and the High Elf Emperor of the Empire.
"Black-haired Soy Tribe? That must be my grandson for sure."
'Sorry, but I'm Korean.'
The High Elf princesses who mistake me for their nephew.
"My love is only as an aunt would treat you."
'This is way different from the aunts I know...?'
Man-eating demons.
"A mere prey Soy Tribe dares—! KyaAAAAAHH!!!"
'That's nothing special?'
I became the inferior race, but it's completely different from what I heard.