The fat man was deeply frustrated.
He had originally hoped to scare them into submission.
Instead, he had slammed straight into a mountain named Wenren Sheng.
This was not kicking an iron plate.
It was a blind man sprinting a hundred meters straight into a mountain.
They had not been intimidated at all, which made things awkward.
He found it strange and instinctively asked, "My ability has swept across several worlds without ever failing."
"Why did it fail when it came to you?"
"You are clearly a lower world, the very small kind, not even the size of a single Milky Way."
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is a complete universe," someone refuted.
"Exactly. We have faster-than-light technology too, and we still have not found the boundaries of our universe."
"That's right. Kid, your ambitions are a little too grand. You want to conquer us and turn us into slaves?"
Someone else said, "This is the East Continent Great World, after all."
"No one has ever defeated us."
"Or made us slaves."
Hearing this, the fat man immediately could not help retorting, "I have seen several places with cultures similar to yours before. They were all quite happy being slaves, each and every one of them numb and indifferent."
"Though there was resistance, overall, they accepted it willingly."
"For example, some people had slavery ingrained into their bones. There was a military commander who clearly possessed formidable martial strength, yet because he had grown accustomed to being a slave, he actually crippled his own martial arts, disbanded his military force, and eventually died of depression."
Everyone fell silent upon hearing that.
The fat man also felt that these people were fairly civilized.
They were not barbarians, so he began speaking again. "This time, I did not know your