Undying Warlord

Dilan didn’t really like that the system had forced the Slaves onto him but that was not something he could change anymore.

He could tell that it was possible to remove the Slave Marks on the slaves but Dilan was not really sure if that would be a good decision.

His knowledge about slaves was close to zero, and he had no idea if some of the slaves were criminals. They were now his subjects but Dilan didn’t know anything about them. That was only obvious but it was a little bit frustrating nonetheless.

That was also why he thought about a few things while looking around him, just to take the simplest conclusion into consideration.

Dilan cleared his throat while motioning all of the Slaves to gather in front of him.

“Because I don’t trust any of you guys, I won’t free you right away but I can still kill you if you don’t desire to stay alive anymore. In the future, I might consider freeing you from enslavement, but I don’t want to set free a potential psychopath. My reasoning shouldn’t be hard for you all to understand. ” Dilan declared while the gaze of all his slaves lingered on him.

There were more Slaves than expected and all of them had stats that rivaled existences at the Peak of the second Tier. That was pretty interesting and it could be made use of as long as the Slaves desired to stay alive.

Dilan didn’t really like the concept of slavery and he was strong enough to make sure that the Slaves wouldn’t get the chance to kill him if he were to set them free, but he also knew that there were certain situations that had to be avoided by all means.

This included the potential repetition of the incident that had eradicated Shiron. Too many people had died because he hadn’t been decisive enough, and Dilan wanted to make sure that there was no way for the incident to repeat itself, not because of him at least!

Procuring the Orb of Mantras was a necessity Dilan had yet to complete but he had been distracted by the sudden actions of the System.

“I will give you guys enough time to reconsider my offer but I won’t be waiting forever. If you guys are not sure whether you want to die or not, I will consider this as a subconscious reaction of your body telling you not to give up yet,” Dilan spoke calmly in front of his new subjects before adding, “I won’t promise to be different than the masters you all had before me, but I can say that there are a few things I just cannot stand. Ask her, if you’re curious!”

Dilan pointed toward the Dark Elf from earlier, who had also come to meet her new master. She had found some clothes to cover her body with but that hadn’t been enough for her to regain the self-esteem she had before a bunch of humans had nearly raped her. The memories were still fresh in her mind, the wounds raw that made her flinch whenever she recalled what would have happened without Dilan’s intervention.

It was a little bit confusing that Dilan had been capable to gain control of all Slave Marks without intending to actually do so, but the Dark Elf was quite happy about that.

She didn’t want to die yet, even after what had almost happened earlier, and Dilan was probably the best Master she could have wished for. At least, that was what the Dark Elf thought after she had witnessed his actions and attitude on the battlefield.

“Either way, you guys come up with a decision, while I get my hands on this annoying Orb of Mantras!” Dilan ordered before activating [Thunder Step] and [Second Acceleration].

There was actually no need for him to activate two Agility-boosting abilities, right now. Even one Agility-boosting ability was currently an overkill. However, even if it was an overkill, Dilan felt that it was a necessity for him to reveal to his Slaves that they were not powerful in his eyes.

In the eyes of Regilav Gaul, the slaves might have been strong and useful, but in comparison to Dilan’s terrific combat prowess, theirs was insignificant.

And that was something Dilan revealed quite obviously as he shot toward the most-crowded area within the large settlement.

It was only once that he had perceived the fluctuations of the Orb of Mantras and he knew what it looked like. That was more than enough for him to find it again.

In the worst case, he would just search for the woman, who had wielded the Orb of Mantras earlier. If she was still alive, she would know where it was located, and if she had already been killed by the Nightmares, her corpse wouldn’t be far from the Orb of Mantras. That was, at least, what Dilan thought.

It might not necessarily be right but that didn’t matter because he had more than enough time to do whatever he wanted.

Disappearing from the spot he had been located earlier, Dilan zoomed away and his speed shocked his Slaves to the core. Their eyes flew wide as a powerful air current impacted on their body. Some of them were even forced to retreat a few meters, which caused their jaws to hit the ground.

They had rarely encountered beings capable of achieving the same feat as Dilan had unleashed seemingly without any effort, and that included the time before they had been pushed aside by the Drakins as if they were trash.

“Is that our master’s real strength?” One of the Slaves asked quietly. He was the first one to speak after witnessing the shocking scenario that had unveiled itself in front of them just seconds earlier. The Slave, who had spoken, was the strongest amongst all, and even he was terrified about the power their new master had shown to them.

“I guess…” Another Slave said, just for the Dark Elf from earlier to clear her throat.

“He is very powerful, and he saved me earlier from getting….from facing a very dangerous situation,” The Dark Elf corrected herself midway, leaving out the part that she had nearly been raped. Oddly enough, she was extremely proud that she had been the first one to have come in contact with their new master.

The others saw her reaction but they were not sure what to think about it.

“Will he really kill us if we ask him to kill us?” Another female Dark Elf asked, realizing what must have happened to her friend. All male humans had the same, or a very similar gaze in their eyes when looking at her beautiful friend. They stared at her with lust and it was only obvious what had happened to her friend.

In fact, the majority of men looked at female Slaves as if they were mere tools to quench their lust. It was disgusting and getting violated was definitely not something anyone would ever want to face, whether it was a slave or someone whose freedom hadn’t been restricted.

“I think that he’s different from other humans. He didn’t look at me with lust…” The Dark Elf from before said quietly as if the fact that every male feeling lust for her was an indicator of how ‘good’ a person truly was.

Many Slaves stared at her with a frown, just to shake their heads at her command.

‘Is she delusional?’