Frank Freeman, an unemployed pervert who looks like an orc.

As he trudged through the neighborhoods of New York, 30-year-old Frank Freeman kept leaning on the ground as he slowly made his way home.

"What a shitty day."

He was carrying a heavy burden of depression because he had just been fired from his job as a hotel doorman for two reasons.

The first was Frank's unpleasant appearance: he had a prominent, orc-like nose, cropped ears, and unkempt hair.

Many of the hotel's residents complained, especially the women, that he had given them more than one fright at night. It wasn't considered proper for a hotel to be the first thing people saw upon entering a room.

The second, and most important, reason was that Frank was a pervert. He had been caught several times spying on the hotel's staff or taking inappropriate photos. The final straw was discovering that he had stolen a resident's underwear.

The manager didn't hesitate to fire him without severance pay and even considered calling the authorities, but thankfully he didn't.

“I was too careless,” he muttered, kicking a can he saw.

Poor Frank was still a virgin, but he had a very active mind. He used to spend hours thinking about sex, especially when he saw an attractive girl. Of course, his orcish physique meant that no girl who saw him wanted to talk to him.

As he approached a dark alley, he suddenly saw blinding flashes of light that hit him instantly.

“Ahhhh!”

The impact was so violent that he was thrown into the alley, temporarily losing consciousness. For a few minutes, he didn't know what had actually happened. Gradually, he heard a male voice again.

“Damn, he’s awake.”

When his vision cleared, Frank saw a rough-looking man searching his pockets. Realizing he had gotten up, he quickly backed away and pulled out a knife… He was a thief.

“I wanted to do this while you were sleeping, but since you couldn’t… you’ll give me everything you have.”

Stunned by the blow, a trembling Frank couldn't even think about escaping, especially since the thief was blocking the alley's exit.

"It's... wait... I... I don't have anything... I swear!" Frank pleaded.

A devilish smile spread across the thief's face as he gripped the knife tightly.

"Everyone says that, but you'd better have something... or it'll end badly for you."

This was the last thing our protagonist needed: to be mugged and possibly murdered in the dead of night. He had no way out and ruled out fighting due to his poor physical condition.

"Don't make me wait... Give me everything you have, you idiot!" the thief growled, brandishing the weapon.

"No... please no... I beg you... don't hurt me... Arrr!"

Without warning, the thief lunged at Frank, pressing down on his chest. The criminal held his knife to him, ready to kill him.

"I've had enough!"

"Help!"

He thought it was the end of his meaningless life, his existence going to end there in a sad, forgotten alley.

Zoom!

But suddenly, something came at him with such speed that Frank only saw a blue and gold flash. In the blink of an eye, he threw the thief against the wall as if he'd been hit by a car, knocking him ****.

"Nothing happened, are you alright?" said a woman's sweet voice.

With effort, Frank turned to see who had saved him, and he was astonished to discover that it wasn't just any woman... It was Wonder Woman!