Black Hand was living the good life.
Back when he had been forced to come to the Fourth-Layer World, he had thought he would become some evil creature's after-dinner dessert.
He would vanish like smoke amid a series of crisp crunches.
But after he had called over many evil creatures and gathered a great many followers behind him, he discovered to his surprise:
This fourth-layer world of evil was the best place in the world for him.
He felt that even ascending to a higher dimension and becoming an evil god would not be as good as staying in this fourth-layer world of evil.
The evil creatures here were simply too simple-minded.
So simple that all they knew was fighting and killing, without any capacity to think for themselves.
At first:
When he had only eight hundred thousand to a million evil creatures behind him, he had been uneasy.
When he encountered powerful evil creatures, he would even consider taking a detour.
Yet those powerful evil creatures actually took the initiative to join his ranks.
When he had ten million evil creatures behind him, he simply acted as though he had not seen any powerful evil creature he encountered and drove his ten million followers to surge forward.
They would either eat that powerful evil creature or bring it into his ranks.
Once the evil creatures behind him numbered over a hundred million, he began seeking out powerful evil creatures himself.
Roll! Roll!
Black Hand grew two eyes on his fingers, which rolled wildly about.
Powerful evil creatures had fashioned a throne for him out of a mountain, letting him sit atop it while they carried him around.
"If I took this bunch back to the First Layer of the Underworld now, could I do whatever I pleased there? Throw