People, people everywhere.
Ghosts, ghosts everywhere.
This area is distorted to an unbelievable degree.
In my opinion, the population carrying capacity of this land should have reached its limit long ago, but they still dare not hunt for various foods in the rivers and seas.
No, there are people who hunt, but they are usually half-demon level people in this area. Their bloodline concentration is higher and they look more conspicuous.
This area seems completely crazy to me, crazy beyond imagination.
The whole thing is filled with absurd and weird feelings.
I estimate that the population here is probably maintained at hundreds of millions.
But they are still increasing, and people with low intelligence are constantly producing new descendants.
The demons walked around freely at night, hunting wantonly and devouring many people.
Even so, the overall population is still increasing. The death rate is terrifying, but the population is still increasing. I feel that in modern terms, the population here is about to reach the carrying capacity of the land.
There had been decades of war in this area, which caused a significant decline in the population.
But the war has come to an end, and the whole world will come under the rule of a man named Oda, who is not sure whether he is a monster or a human.
This place is quite weird and scary. I can't understand it and don't know how to comment on it.
Among them there is a kind of strange warrior who travels around all year round, wandering everywhere, a bit like the knights-errant during the earliest period of Taizu in Daxia.
It's just that the rangers don't have a complete doctrine and theory and wander around. They focus more on practicing with swords. They don't treat ordinary people as human beings and can slaughter them at will.
He would seek out famous samurai from all over the country to challenge them to duels and competitions to demonstrate his fame, and then hope to be recruited by a daimyo and become his retainer.
During the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, I single-handedly killed more than ten demons with my sword, and thus became famous in the area.
Some warriors came to challenge me to a duel, but since I didn't have many demonic features and was missing an arm, they called me a disabled person of lowly blood.
Well, I'm not angry, it's just that after I killed more than ten warriors who came to challenge me, my name became a terrifying one-armed monster.
I have an indifferent attitude towards the current situation and this kind of situation.
I actually feel more at ease and comfortable in this area.
The strange thing is that the many monsters in this world don’t seem to be able to join forces.
I killed dozens of them in succession, and used their blood, scales and armor to refine elixirs and weapons, but not too many monsters came to trouble me.
On the contrary, many people came to cause trouble for me. They thought that I had destroyed the boundary of harmonious coexistence between humans and gods, and that I should sacrifice myself to gods in order to seek forgiveness from gods.
I ignored all the weird remarks, but I sent anyone who tried to hinder me or fight me to see the gods.
Let them talk to the gods, don’t talk to me, they can’t convince me.
Although I basically didn't encounter too many opponents here, that was also because I didn't go deep into the real core area. Every time I wanted to go deeper, my spiritual sense would give me a warning, as if I was being stared at by something strange.
But after careful inspection, I couldn't find any trace. I was living on an island of time that they called the Land of the Rising Sun, and I hadn't gone too far.
But after I killed demons many times at night and killed a demon that they called a demigod level demon.
My fame became great and they called me the God-Slayer.
I thought I was buying something lowly, but instead they thought I had an extremely powerful bloodline. As for my one-armedness, they didn't care, but instead erected a statue for me. Many people came to worship me every day, and there was even a shrine built specifically for me.
I didn't need to go deep into too many areas, and naturally many wandering warriors came to me and wanted to become my followers. No one cared about me, that I didn't have the characteristics of a half-demon, and no one cared that I had a broken arm.
They call themselves my servants. I don't need to investigate the food, information about demons, or even information about the population and geography of a wider area. They will deliver it to me naturally.
They did not show any of the violence and cruelty of demons, nor did they have the tyranny of slaughtering people at will when they roamed the world.
In front of me, they were all unnaturally docile.
Even that humble attitude makes people feel strange.
I think they are pretending and are fake.
But in my third year in the Kingdom of the Rising Sun, something happened that changed my mind.
I seem to have killed the descendant or direct bloodline of a big monster, and a big monster came to my door.
I fought a great battle with that big monster, but I didn't win.
Although I have killed many monsters in the past three years, I didn't go too deep because of that inexplicable and vague feeling of being watched.
The monsters killed these days were not powerful. It was only recently that he started to kill monsters at the peak of the True Yuan Realm. However, he also provoked a big monster.
To my surprise, when I was seriously injured, some of this group of wandering warriors who suddenly came to my side and called themselves my servants fled, but a large number of them fought to the death to protect me and took me away.
They took me on a flight of more than three hundred miles, and most of them died.
I find it hard to understand.
For three years, my attitude towards them was actually indifferent, even quite bad.
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