My Former Teammates Laughed When They Heard I Was Scrapped

As the ceiling of combat power in the supernatural world, I was judged to be a scrap after I "accidentally" overturned my car and lost my memory during the mission. His former comrades laughed ruthlessly: "The former king is now not even as good as D-class." I calmly started selling roasted sweet potatoes at a roadside stall. The business was booming and I lived a happy life. Until one day, a few S-class wanted criminals knocked over my oven. In the charcoal fire, the sweet potatoes gave off the aroma of burning. I looked down at the red back of my hands, and a memory suddenly came to life—— "So that mission was a betrayal planned by you together?" When I looked up, I saw my former teammates rushing over, the blood drained from their faces.