From my point of view, the population capacity of this land should have reached its limit long ago, but they still dare not hunt all kinds of food in the river and sea.
No, there are also people who hunt, but usually they are half-demon-level characters in this area. Their bloodline concentration is higher and they look more conspicuous.
This area seems completely crazy to me, unimaginably crazy.
The whole thing is full of absurd and grotesque feelings.
The population here, based on my guess, is probably in the hundreds of millions.
But it is still increasing, and characters with low intelligence are constantly producing new descendants.
The demons walk freely at night, hunt at will, and devour many people.
Even so, the overall population is still increasing, and the mortality rate is terrifyingly high, but the population is still increasing. I feel that in modern terms, the population here is about to reach the carrying limit of the land.
There had been decades of war here before, which caused a large decline in the population.
But the war has come to an end, and everyone will fall under the rule of a man named Oda, who is unknown whether he is a monster or a human.
This place is quite strange and terrifying. I can't understand it and don't know how to comment.
Among them were some kind of strange warriors who wandered around various places all year round, somewhat similar to the rangers of Taizu's stage in the earliest days of Great Xia.
However, the rangers do not have complete doctrines and travel around various places, and they are more interested in practicing swordsmanship. They do not regard ordinary people as human beings and can kill them at will.
Find famous samurai in various places to duel and compete with each other to show his fame, and then hope to be recruited by a certain daimyo and become his disciple.
I was famous in the area because I single-handedly killed more than ten demons during the Night Parade of Hundred Demons.
Some warriors came specially to compete with me, but they saw that I did not have many demonic characteristics and was missing an arm, so they called me a disabled person of low blood.
Well, I'm not angry, but after killing more than ten samurai who came to challenge me, my name became the terrifying one-armed monster.
I have an indifferent attitude towards the current situation and this situation.
In this area, I feel more at ease and comfortable.
What's strange is that the many monsters in this world don't seem to be able to join forces.
I killed dozens of them in a row and used their essence, blood, and scales to refine elixirs and weapons, but not many demons came to trouble me.
On the contrary, many people come to trouble me. They think that I have broken the boundaries between humans and gods living in harmony, and they think that I should sacrifice myself to the gods in order to seek their forgiveness.
They made strange remarks. I just ignored them, but those who wanted to hinder me or fight with me were all sent to meet the gods.
Just talk to their gods about their words. You don’t need to talk to me. They can’t convince me.
Although I basically didn't encounter too many opponents here, it was because I didn't go deep into the real core area. Every time I wanted to walk deeper, my spiritual sense would give me an early warning, and I seemed to be trapped.
Something strange was staring at me.
But after careful inspection, I couldn't find any traces. I lived on an island of ages called the Land of the Rising Sun, and I didn't go too deep.
But when I killed monsters many times at night and killed a monster they called a demigod level monster.
My reputation became so great that they called me the God-Slayer.
I thought I was being humble, but they thought I had an extremely powerful bloodline. As for the one-armed one, they didn’t care anymore. Instead, they built a statue for me. Many people came to worship me every day, and there was even a statue dedicated to me.
The built shrine.
I don’t need to go deep into too many areas. Naturally, many wandering warriors come to me and become my followers. No one cares about me. I don’t have semi-demon characteristics. No one cares that I broke an arm.
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They call themselves my servants. The food, demon information, and even the population and geographical information of the wider area that I need do not require me to investigate, they will naturally send it to me.
They don't show any violence or cruelty like demons, and they don't have the brutality of killing people at will when they travel around the world.
In front of me, they are all docile.
Even that humble gesture makes people feel strange.
I think they are pretending and are fake.
But during my third year in the Land of the Rising Sun, something changed my mind.
It seems that I killed a descendant or direct bloodline of a certain big monster, and a big monster came to my door.
I fought with that big monster and didn't win.
Although I have killed many demons in the past three years, I did not delve too deeply because of the sense of being spied on by some inexplicable and vague existence.
The monsters killed these days are not very powerful, that is, they have only recently begun to kill monsters around the peak of the True Yuan realm, but they also provoked a big monster.
To my surprise, when I was seriously injured, some of the wandering warriors who suddenly came under my command and claimed to be my servants fled, but a large part of them tried their best to protect me and put me away.
I'll take it away.
They fled with me for more than three hundred miles, and most of them died as a result.
It's hard for me to understand.
For the past three years, my attitude towards them has actually been indifferent, even quite harsh.
The person who snooped for me is dead. I will at most help them avenge themselves. I will basically not care about the more. As for the essence, blood, armor, etc. that I need for my practice, I will throw the unnecessary scraps to them, and in front of them.
I just threw them in the face and never cared about what they thought.
I never thought that they would respect me more and more, which is strange.
Their behavior even gave me a strange idea.
The worse my attitude towards them is, the better their attitude towards me seems to be.
I secretly attacked a big monster and swallowed all his blood essence.
I stayed in this area for three years. When I was twenty-one years old, I entered the Grandmaster realm. Then I returned to the area where I stayed and killed the big monster.
There are so many people who come inexplicably and come under my command regardless of my attitude. They take the initiative to become my disciples. They don't even need me to recruit the wandering warriors under me. They automatically set the threshold.
Select outstanding characters among them and become my subordinates.
This world is really strange.
And after I stayed there for more than three years, I gradually began to see some clues.
These people’s concept of survival and various ideas.
Even though they learned a variety of etiquette and cultural customs in Daxia, they also developed many etiquette cultures very well. In terms of etiquette and related pomp, they even had more to follow than Daxia.
But they mostly use such ceremonial things to stabilize their own bloodline, suppress the animal nature in the spiritual platform, and let the innate spirituality in the spiritual platform come alive.
The characters in Daxia do not have this kind of animality, because the characters in Daxia inherently lack that sense of chaos, so there is no need to be so particular about it. Only here, because there is enough blood of demons mixed in, are they born with that kind of chaos among demons.
It's a beastly nature, and it's very strong, so it needs to be stable.
But no matter how well they study, the animality and chaos buried in their blood and in their souls will not be lost.
Even if they suppress some of their animal nature, they still won't have more humanity.
The hierarchy and class hidden in their bones are indelible. They are born to obey big shots. No matter how crazy or unruly you are, they will still follow you.
They are more like beasts than humans.
This vast land, with the hundreds of millions of people born on it, looks like a wilderness as a whole.
They built houses and related civilizations, but the overall level was still more like beasts.
I have seen many extremely powerful people even ask their subordinates to commit suicide directly, but they will still obey instead of resisting. This strange situation is quite surprising. Those extremely powerful people in Daxia
Characters may be able to kill civilians at will, but they will definitely be hunted and there will definitely be resistance.
I think there are so many incredible things in this world.
I was still carefully checking the surrounding information and investigating the surrounding methods, when someone told me that a big shot from Kyoto had come and wanted to find me by name.
Yes, they also call their most central area Kyoto.
Many of their rules, writing, and even language will be learned from Bactria.
Because Daxia is strong enough, the top experts dominate the world. This is a rule that has been formed for hundreds of years. They naturally admire the strong.
As long as you are strong, no matter what you do, he will think it is reasonable. No matter how bad your bad habits are, he will learn from them.
I'm also quite curious about the center of this place, but I don't want to leave immediately.
Because the person who came to visit me was in the master stage and was an extremely powerful person, and he was just a disciple of the big shot in Kyoto.
That big shot hoped that I could go to Kyoto and join his command.
I hesitated for a while. The inexplicable peeks from Kyoto still made me feel uneasy, so I chose to practice silently here.
Then many people sent people to recruit me. They didn't seem very angry when the recruitment failed. Instead, they all received quite precious gifts to show their respect for me.
I either didn't pay much attention to it, or I just practiced silently here, and my title in this small fishing village became the One-Armed Sword Sage.
No one will ever say that I am of low blood and unsightly.
I thought such peaceful days could continue, but unexpected changes suddenly came.