"So poor. How embarrassing..."
After taking 1 sule and 7 pence from the pocket of the thug hanging on the wall before him, Xu Yue seemed to sigh.
However, the thug embedded in the wall, crushed into the source of a radial blood-spray pattern, clearly had no ability to respond to Xu Yue. Even his eyeballs had burst under the overwhelming pressure.
His physical abilities, at the limit of what an ordinary person could possess, were stronger than those of quite a few low-sequence Beyonders. Combined with Xu Yue's mastery of National Martial Arts, he still had some ability to protect himself in this environment.
The standing of his Dao Fruit also allowed him to disregard logic. He was unafraid of tracking. If he wanted a divination to work, it would work; if he did not, it would not. If he wanted to mislead the result, then a misleading result would appear.
Leaving that filthy alley, Xu Yue looked at the hurried figures within the pale yellow fog, moving like walking corpses, and could not help shaking his head.
The world of Lord of the Mysteries was utterly unfriendly to ordinary "transmigrators."
If you knew the plot, then knowing too much about the cosmos would get you killed the moment you arrived. Knowing too much about Adam would also allow Him to sense you.
Even if those two problems were solved, without a penny to your name, an ordinary person had almost no way to earn money aside from manual labor.
And even if one could endure that hardship, temporary high-intensity labor only earned about 1 sule a day. If all they did was eat, cheap food like black bread would be enough.
But because of the Poor Law, vagrants could not stay in parks, beneath bridges, or similar places.