Bang!
Wu Biao casually tossed the enormous dumbbell he had borrowed from the warship aside and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
He had thought that, since he had already been suppressed to this extent, he could at least train with equipment. But aside from getting tired, he had not improved in the slightest.
In other words, unless he slaughtered a few evil people, or a few evil people died naturally, there was simply no way for his strength to increase.
But this time, Brother Biao truly felt that the old bastard in Hell had screwed him over!
Because after two days, he had vaguely figured out the laws of this world. It completely followed the jungle law of might makes right and the strong devouring the weak. If you were not strong enough... then even becoming an evil person was fucking difficult.
This world was divided by islands. Some large islands were countries, while smaller ones were villages or towns. And because of the threat of pirates outside, the residents of small islands were all harmonious and united.
So while there were sinners among the weak who were acknowledged by this world's laws, they were exceedingly rare. Most criminals recognized by this world's laws were strong!
And how could strong people die so easily?
That had created the current situation: among those weak people who died, there were basically no great sinners worthy of recognition by this world's laws—none who deserved to go to Hell. Meanwhile, those great sinners were hard to kill because nearly all of them were strong!
However...
"This is even more interesting!" Wu Biao rubbed his chin with great interest. A mission this challenging could not have been better. Constantly punishing evil people as weak as trash was boring too.
Only by constantly challenging the strong