Genius!

King Hao Shan often stressed over and over, "All of you were exiled here for various reasons. If any of you had even the slightest talent, you would not be completely useless."

"Here, you still have one last chance. That is to use ore to prove your loyalty and diligence, to prove you are not trash, not dregs from the very bottom. As long as it doesn't kill you, work yourselves to death for me!"

"Remember, this is the last chance in your lives to turn things around! Hollow out this world! That will be your pledge of allegiance and your record of merit!"

"Your battlefield is the mine! Pick up your pickaxes and dig hard for me!"

Aside from a few simple-minded newcomers, everyone just treated its words as a joke.

No matter how well they worked, at most, it would let King Hao Shan gain rank and title. To the miners, the mine district's only meaning was that it provided a prison that was not quite so tightly guarded.

Though heavy snow fell here all year round, and the ice on the ground was slippery and thick.

Sometimes fragments and unidentified objects would inexplicably come crashing down from the sky. If someone was unlucky enough to be hit, they were gone.

Ice fog would spray out of the ground. If a person failed to dodge in time, they would be frozen into an ice statue or an iceberg. If the overseers and mining soldiers discovered them early, it was still all right, but if they found them too late, they could not be pulled out. They would become real ice, merely retaining their original appearance.

The ice here was not an ordinary natural phenomenon. It was the concentrated evolution of World Rule Power from a world that was