After dealing with so reckless pirates and frequently battling sea beasts and jungle predators, Will gradually uncovered the primary function of the system.
It allowed him to accumulate Purity Points through combat, which he could then use to draw enhancents—whether physical, ntal, or innate talents and skills that revolved around his own potential.
The first talent he acquired was Innate Strength.
Innate Strength: Born with a terrifying level of power, capable of crushing ordinary iron weapons with ease. The density of muscle fibers throughout the body is dozens of tis greater than that of an average person. Moreover, instead of deteriorating over ti, the muscle fibers continue to grow denser, further amplifying strength.
The mont he obtained this talent, Will imdiately felt an overwhelming surge of power within him.
Ordinary people in this pirate-infested world now seed as fragile as twigs in his hands, snapping with the slightest effort. Even the once-challenging beasts and sea monsters had been reduced to re playthings, easily crushed at his whim.
This drastic transformation took Will several days to fully adjust to.
At the sa ti, it did not escape Aster's notice. However, rather than pressing him for answers, Aster showed no apparent curiosity, treating him the sa as always.
Recalling the peculiarities surrounding Aster, Will couldn't help but feel a touch of sentintality. He turned to the grave beside him, whispering softly:
"Seems like you were no ordinary person yourself."
"It's a pity... I have the wine, but I can no longer hear your stories."
Taking another swig, Will's gaze sharpened as he mused inwardly:
"More than two years have passed. I've adapted to this world."
"It's ti to seek out the strongest warriors and truly test their purity."
With that thought, he closed his eyes, a hint of anticipation surfacing, then raised the bottle once more, drinking deeply.
To Will, alcohol was no different from a re beverage. No matter how much he drank, it could not intoxicate him—it served only to quench his thirst and satisfy his cravings.
As the liquor trickled down his throat, dampening his shirt, the faint outline of his powerful chest muscles beca visible.
But in the very next mont—
Will's drinking ca to an abrupt halt. His eyes opened slowly, a cold glint flashing within them.
"A remote, uninhabited island like this... why are so many people approaching?"
"These people of the sea—can't they ever just stay quiet for once...?"
Sensing ships quickly nearing the coastline, Will set his bottle before the grave and rose to his feet.
"Fine. I'll deal with them first and take their ship to leave this place."
"I'll return after I've had my fill of this world's excitent. Then we'll talk properly."
With that, he cast one last glance at the grave before striding toward the opposite shoreline.
"Let's hope these guys are at least sowhat capable. I'm not in the best mood right now."
Hands in his pockets, Will leisurely made his way down the jungle path he had carved out.
The air around him crackled with an overwhelming sense of impending danger—like a volcano on the verge of eruption. His re presence exerted a crushing pressure.
As he moved, small animals around him fainted one by one, rolling onto their backs, their eyes turned white.
Noticing this, Will gradually cald himself, suppressing his aura while continuing to track the number and positions of the approaching intruders.
When he 'heard' two figures sprinting ahead with another two groups in pursuit, he raised an eyebrow in mild curiosity.
"Revenge? A bounty? Or just a hunt?"
In two years, he had encountered countless scenarios like this.
"Doesn't matter. If they're all pirates, I'll just wipe them out together."
Deciding against overthinking it, Will changed course and headed toward the two fleeing figures.
—Whoosh!—
In an instant, a gust of wind surged through the jungle as Will vanished from sight.
—
Elsewhere, deep within the jungle...
Two young won were running frantically, panic evident in their expressions.
They weaved through the dense trees, frequently glancing back in fear of their pursuers.
The girl with short, blue-purple hair forced herself to remain composed, panting as she urged her companion:
"Faster! If that guy catches us, we're done for!"
The orange-haired girl following closely behind shuddered, still shaken as she gasped for breath:
"I can't believe he has that kind of terrifying power..."
"Had I known, I never would've tried to steal his treasure."
Although the wealth had been tempting, it wasn't worth risking her life over. She had sothing far more important to accomplish.
She was so close—just a little more. She couldn't afford to be captured here.
With renewed determination, she picked up her pace.
However, as the two girls turned their heads for another glance behind them—
—BAM!—
They crashed headlong into sothing solid yet strangely resilient, bouncing off and landing hard on the ground.
Both were stunned.
They hadn't seen any trees or boulders ahead—so what had they just run into?
Ignoring the pain, they hurriedly looked up—
Only to freeze in place, their faces paling, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads.
Standing before them was an exceptionally tall, powerfully built man with strikingly sharp features.
But it wasn't his appearance that seized their attention.
It was his impassive expression, his cold, evaluating gaze as he looked down at them.
An invisible pressure emanated from his presence, sending their hearts racing and their hairs standing on end.
They felt as though they were being stared down by a primordial beast—sothing far more terrifying than the pursuer behind them.
Not knowing who he was or why he had suddenly appeared here, the two girls sat frozen, not daring to make a single move.
Will, hands still in his pockets, gazed down at them with a slight frown.
Perhaps due to his mild face blindness, he couldn't shake the feeling that these two looked sowhat alike.
And based on instinct alone, he doubted they were villains. In fact, they likely weren't even pirates.
They lacked that distinct aura of chaos.
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