What were you thinking?
In Hell, Wu Biao sat on the edge of a block in the first layer of Wanderer's Hell, gazing solemnly into the distance. The question in his mind did not move him in the slightest.
A smug curve lifted at the corner of his mouth as he stroked his chin. "I..."
"Am I just too damn handsome? How are other people supposed to live like this?!"
The statement was shameless to the extreme. Hell's Will, its only listener, simply chose to ignore it completely.
After the temporary trait activation ended, Wu Biao had returned to Hell. He had not forgotten what happened at the end of the Holy Grail War. As for that "himself," Brother Biao felt...
This is how Brother Biao was supposed to be, damn it!
"Did you see those arrogant what-was-it kings? They all behaved themselves after one word from me!" Brother Biao was completely fired up. He sprang to his feet in excitement and struck a bodybuilder pose.
"Look at these muscles. I might not be as big as that red-haired king, but my strength could absolutely crush him."
"And look at this handsome face of mine. Aren't I way more handsome than that kid with the guns?"
"And then there's..."
Bang!
The Hell Keeper passing by flashed red in its eyes and threw a straight punch at him, cutting off Brother Biao's utterly shameless self-praise. He casually caught the punch.
"Something's happening."
Before Wu Biao could speak, Hell's Will sent those three words directly into his mind.
It had to be said that as Wu Biao grew stronger, Hell itself seemed to be evolving as well. The relationship between Wu Biao and Hell's Will was now somewhat similar to that between a Shinigami and a Zanpakuto.
It was not at the