Dasha never thought he would have to sit and rest in the Slums. Yet here he was, doing just that. This place was not for the weak. It was not for the strong either. It was for those that survived. It was one thing to understand it; it was another to live in it. After a whole day of constant attacks, rest was necessary.
All he did was kill, kill, kill. His hands were bathed in black, red, and yellow blood. Demons and humans and species of insects and animals he did not understand.
Dasha flourished in this environment. There were no rules. He saw a shadow, he attacked. He caught a demon or human resting, he slaughtered them.
Nobody blinked. Nobody considered it inhumane.
Here in the Slums, the Great Sin blossomed.
He was officially Level 66.
His Qi Sense was constantly active. His Foundation Establishment Peak Stage was perfected. He had officially adapted.
'My original mission was to go to the kidnapped children at the Serpent Cult. I still am. However…'
