No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

Hector Moralex let out a slight laugh as he shook his head helplessly. “Can we really do anything about this? Since we’ve agreed, we should just do a good job. Stop nitpicking and complaining. Even if we’re just praised a little, it’ll be worth it if they just remember us. In the future, they can help you with anything you want easily.”

When Edson heard that, he shrugged nonchalantly. “What could I possibly need their help with? I’m pretty sure that they’ll act like they don’t know me if anything really happens. If I ask them for help, it’ll be a miracle if they don’t curse and swear at me, let alone help me.”

Hector nodded, feeling rather dejected upon hearing this. Even if he did not want to admit it, he could not change the truth. In the eyes of those geniuses, they were just there for labor meant to work for those geniuses.

The more Edson spoke, the angrier he got. He just started to complain loudly.

“It’s not like we had a choice on whether or not to agree back then. If we didn’t agree to them, it’s obvious how bad the consequences would be…”

“I looked around at that moment. Out of a hundred people, ninety-nine of them weren’t willing, but they were forced to agree in the end…”

Hector shook his head. “Whatever, pay it no mind for now. We should focus on transporting these guys.”

After saying that, Hector looked toward the two in front of them. One of them was walking with a straight back.

proceeded to take a whip from his storage

violently smacked

let out a cry of agony as he

refusing to admit defeat? You’ll be horribly tortured soon. Rather than acting so proud, you should think

took a deep breath as hopelessness

He had gone through numerous trials and tribulations from a young age, yet he survived with all, gritting

bend down to those

what they want. It doesn’t mean that you‘re throwing away your dignity; you’re just forced to do that. If we want to run, we can’t be stubborn with them. It

he was held captive by warriors from second-grade worlds, he was persistent

of us are already heavily injured, and we’re no match for them. Unless a miracle

that, Christian started to pale. He knew

there was