Chapter 11 Slave House (3)

Elena had been confused about what the girls were whispering about, but when Lizzy said they said they would say the oath of eternal servitude, she gasped in horror.

The oath of eternal servitude was to become a death slave.

Death slaves were the rarest and most sought-after slaves out there.

But after becoming a death slave, your life was the property of the owner for eternity.

He could kill you, torture you, and nobody would be able to say a thing.

On top of that, in order to swear the oath, one of the parties had to be a cultivator with a heavenly screen.

For a female to swear to become a man's death slave was something considered far worse than death.

Since one had to swear the oath of eternal servitude voluntarily, it happened so rarely that there had been only a handful in the past millennia that Elena had even heard about.

Even male death slaves were so rare that Elena only knew of 20 families having such slaves.

To become a death slave, you had to have extreme faith and love for the master. Or be in such a desperate position that you'd be willing to give up your life for whatever they provided for that position.

"Lizzy, you can't be serious! It's not worth giving up your life to stay together. It's only 37 years. You can make it apart."

Elena tried to persuade the duo, but Izzy resolutely looked Elena in the eye and shook her head.

Her mind was made up.

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Ryan was flabbergasted at the turn of events.

He had been disappointed that Elena didn't want to give anything for him taking the duo, but when the girl made him that offer, he felt it was too good to be true.

Replaying her words in his mind, he found the problem, conditions.

He didn't know what conditions these girls were talking about, but he doubted it would be as simple as blindness and being mute as those could be cured with a few expensive pills.

Nothing worth throwing your life away for, still Ryan felt it was worth the risk.

Even if he couldn't cure the two girls, worst case scenario, they were ugly, and he could just buy some pills to make them prettier.

It didn't turn one into a smoke show he had heard, but it would cure the uglies.

Of course, this was by Ravier's standards. As on earth, this pill would sell for millions and make someone a star instantly.

Looking at the girl, Ryan said, "Then it shall be so," and inserted his will into the master's sigil.

He noticed the wristband that he had gotten on the chair in the auditorium vibrate and a screen projected into mid-air.

[This slave is claimable. Would you like to claim them?]

[Yes/No]

Selecting yes, Ryan felt his mind establish a connection with the slave seal on Lizzy… or was this Izzy?

Anyway, it didn't matter.

He resolutely walked over to the other and repeated the process.

After his wristband vibrated and two messages popped up.

[No more slave credits remaining]

[Chamber 117A has been prepared for you]

After receiving the messages, he still didn't uncover the veils to look at the girls yet.

He wanted to do it in private but also convey the message to the two that he wasn't anxious to see what they looked like.

He could see them both fidgeting waiting for his command, but he recalled Aliza's wise words.

"If a girl wants you to do something but won't ask you to do it, force her to squirm and beg for it."

"That way, she'll learn that only after begging does a good girl get a treat."

Ryan had been hesitant at first to follow Aliza's teachings, but after spending so many years under her tutelage, he knew everything she said worked.

Smiling for the first time since Ryan walked into the room, Mistress Elena asked, "Would you like me to send you to the dorms directly? Or would you like to walk?"

Only thinking about it for a moment, Ryan replied, "We'll walk."

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Outside the slave house, Ryan meandered through the walkways with an inscrutable expression on his face.

He was followed by two girls in white veils clasping hands as they trotted behind him.

Ryan took in the goings-on while a silent struggle was going on inside his mind.

Ever since he had the immense headache in the auditorium, Ryan felt as though some sort of dam inside his head was leaking and but the contents of the dam weren't water; it was memories.

Ryan had tried to suppress the dam until he could get to his dorm, but he miscalculated.

He thought that he would have enough time even if they walked, but as he was walking, he saw a girl out of the corner of his eye sitting on a bench.

There was nothing special about her. She wore plain clothes and looked like she was fiddling with her bracelet.

But when Ryan looked at her, he felt the unmistakable feeling of dread well up in the pit of his stomach.

His instincts were telling him to run, that a monster was sitting right in front of him, and he was its favorite prey.

Along with the feeling of dread, the dam that had been slowly leaking a moment ago turned into a torrent as the defenses Ryan had tried to erect to slow the leakage were broken the moment the torrent touched them, and he dropped to the ground unconscious.