"Make one move, and it's the last thing you'll do," my gun presses against Sophia's temple. I haven't blown her brains out yet for one simple reason: I need information.
“Please! Don’t kill me!” Sophia begs, whole body shaking after seeing me killing the two royal knights just now. "Please! I didn't have a choice; the king ordered it!"
“Tell me, why does he want to turn us into slaves?”
“I – I don’t know! I’m just following orders!”
But I'm skeptical. Is she genuinely clueless, or just playing a card?
So “If you don’t know, then why shouldn't I end you right here?” My voice is cold, threatening.
Her eyes search mine desperately. "Please! I might not know why, but I can guide you out. You need me!"
She has a point. I’m not familiar with the layout of this place. Having her might be our only chance of escaping unscathed. But can I trust her?
My gaze lands on the iron collar lying on the ground, and an idea suddenly comes to mind.
"All right," I say, pointing my other gun at the collar. "First, explain how this thing works."
“Wha... what do you intend to do with that?” Sophia stammers.
“So you are questioning me? Want a hole in your head?”
“No! I’m sorry!” Sophia hastily replies. "That’s a slave collar," she begins. "When it's placed around someone's neck, it suppresses their will, rendering them obedient to the commands of their master. You only need to place blood from both the master and the slave onto the collar."
“And the master can compel the slave to do anything?”
“Yes.”
Good to know. Given that the collar is already stained with both our blood, what to do next is clear.
“Wear it,” I order.
“You… can’t be serious…” Sophia’s voice is barely audible, thick with disbelief.
My patience wearing thin, I press the gun more insistently against her temple. “Now.”
“Alright!”
Without any other choice, Sophia picks up and holds the collar in her hands, the cold metal reflecting the dim light in the room. Taking a final deep breath, she clasps the collar around her neck.
Click.
In an instant, Sophia’s new status is displayed before me.
[Slave: Sophia Valeraine . Level 34 Human]
Strength: 37 Agility: 43 Magic: 129Relationship Status with Master:
Trust: Extremely Low Loyalty: Enforced by Contract Affection: Simping hardSpecial Abilities:
Mana Manipulation level 3 Ethereal Sight Enchantment Crafting level 6 Potion Creation level 2 Mind control level 2 Sensory Manipulation level 2 Seduction level 7Divine Blessing:
Euphonic AuraContract:
Must obey direct commands. Inflicting physical harm on the master results in equivalent feedback damage. Immediate death upon the master's demise. Contract Duration: Indefinite (Until released by master)Interesting.
By initiating a slave contract, the master gains insight into the slave’s stats and abilities. Still, I can only see the skill names; detailed descriptions aren't provided. This means I'll have to witness the skills firsthand to fully grasp them. But, judging from the list, Sophia appears to be a mage who excels in mental manipulation and the art of seduction. She also has the capability to craft potions and enchant items. These are definitely very useful skills to have. The contract terms are quite severe, though. With that, I've essentially robbed her of autonomy. .
But, even then, what I’m seeing is that she’s still simping for me? After everything that I’ve done to her?
Just what the heck is going on in this woman’s mind?
Anyways, I have to be cautious. I cannot trust the notifications yet. I need to see the evidence with my own eyes.
Thus, I level my gun at the wall, ensuring Sophia's attention.
“Watch carefully, this is how you use this weapon.”
Bang!
I shot. The bullet makes a serious hole.
“Now, take this gun and shoot yourself in the head.”
That’s my first order. The collar glows at my command.
“AAaarrrggh!” Sophia screams. “Whyyy! Whyyyy?”
She’s clearly resisting, but as the slave contract is in effect, her hand reaches for my gun. Immediately, she points the gun at her own head.
“Please, master, please!" Sophia screams and begs, tears bursting out of her eyes. “Cancel your order, please!”
But no, I just watch the scene and do nothing. There are two things that I want to know about the slave contract. First, is it ever possible for the slave to ever disobey the master, such as when the master wants them to commit suicide? And second, is there any restriction to the command I can give?
“AAAAA! FUCK YOUUU!!!”
Sophia pulls the trigger
Click!
But I've already removed the ammo.
"Make one move, and it's the last thing you'll do," my gun presses against Sophia's temple. I haven't blown her brains out yet for one simple reason: I need information.
“Please! Don’t kill me!” Sophia begs, whole body shaking after seeing me killing the two royal knights just now. "Please! I didn't have a choice; the king ordered it!"
“Tell me, why does he want to turn us into slaves?”
“I – I don’t know! I’m just following orders!”
But I'm skeptical. Is she genuinely clueless, or just playing a card?
So “If you don’t know, then why shouldn't I end you right here?” My voice is cold, threatening.
Her eyes search mine desperately. "Please! I might not know why, but I can guide you out. You need me!"
She has a point. I’m not familiar with the layout of this place. Having her might be our only chance of escaping unscathed. But can I trust her?
My gaze lands on the iron collar lying on the ground, and an idea suddenly comes to mind.
"All right," I say, pointing my other gun at the collar. "First, explain how this thing works."
“Wha... what do you intend to do with that?” Sophia stammers.
“So you are questioning me? Want a hole in your head?”
“No! I’m sorry!” Sophia hastily replies. "That’s a slave collar," she begins. "When it's placed around someone's neck, it suppresses their will, rendering them obedient to the commands of their master. You only need to place blood from both the master and the slave onto the collar."
“And the master can compel the slave to do anything?”
“Yes.”
Good to know. Given that the collar is already stained with both our blood, what to do next is clear.
“Wear it,” I order.
“You… can’t be serious…” Sophia’s voice is barely audible, thick with disbelief.
My patience wearing thin, I press the gun more insistently against her temple. “Now.”
“Alright!”
Without any other choice, Sophia picks up and holds the collar in her hands, the cold metal reflecting the dim light in the room. Taking a final deep breath, she clasps the collar around her neck.
Click.
In an instant, Sophia’s new status is displayed before me.
[Slave: Sophia Valeraine . Level 34 Human]
Strength: 37 Agility: 43 Magic: 129Relationship Status with Master:
Trust: Extremely Low Loyalty: Enforced by Contract Affection: Simping hardSpecial Abilities:
Mana Manipulation level 3 Ethereal Sight Enchantment Crafting level 6 Potion Creation level 2 Mind control level 2 Sensory Manipulation level 2 Seduction level 7Divine Blessing:
Euphonic AuraContract:
Must obey direct commands. Inflicting physical harm on the master results in equivalent feedback damage. Immediate death upon the master's demise. Contract Duration: Indefinite (Until released by master)Interesting.
By initiating a slave contract, the master gains insight into the slave’s stats and abilities. Still, I can only see the skill names; detailed descriptions aren't provided. This means I'll have to witness the skills firsthand to fully grasp them. But, judging from the list, Sophia appears to be a mage who excels in mental manipulation and the art of seduction. She also has the capability to craft potions and enchant items. These are definitely very useful skills to have. The contract terms are quite severe, though. With that, I've essentially robbed her of autonomy. .
But, even then, what I’m seeing is that she’s still simping for me? After everything that I’ve done to her?
Just what the heck is going on in this woman’s mind?
Anyways, I have to be cautious. I cannot trust the notifications yet. I need to see the evidence with my own eyes.
Thus, I level my gun at the wall, ensuring Sophia's attention.
“Watch carefully, this is how you use this weapon.”
Bang!
I shot. The bullet makes a serious hole.
“Now, take this gun and shoot yourself in the head.”
That’s my first order. The collar glows at my command.
“AAaarrrggh!” Sophia screams. “Whyyy! Whyyyy?”
She’s clearly resisting, but as the slave contract is in effect, her hand reaches for my gun. Immediately, she points the gun at her own head.
“Please, master, please!" Sophia screams and begs, tears bursting out of her eyes. “Cancel your order, please!”
But no, I just watch the scene and do nothing. There are two things that I want to know about the slave contract. First, is it ever possible for the slave to ever disobey the master, such as when the master wants them to commit suicide? And second, is there any restriction to the command I can give?
“AAAAA! FUCK YOUUU!!!”
Sophia pulls the trigger
Click!
But I've already removed the ammo.
