As the defective slaves tered the system space, they looked all over the place with wide eyes, though Alros noted their eyes seemed to be blank. While he could never be sure of it, he attribute it to the trauma they have from their kidnapping, to how they gain their injuries.

Out of all the defective slaves, more than half only have scarring on their faces and bodies, some were ough to ev cause them to have trouble doing normal daily activity.

The reason he used only is because the rest have ev worse injuries. Some are blinded either in one or both eyes, some having their limbs cut off, whether as punishmt or infection, he can never be sure.

What he can be sure is that there is a possibility for him to heal them. His goblins quickly ushered the defective slaves into the Heal Magic Circle, and while he is not sure of some of the more serious injuries like the lack of limbs, he is certain the heavy scarring can be healed up by the magic circle.

-x-

"Looks like there are something that could help the more serious injuries," he remarked as he looked at the system store. There is an advanced Healing Magic Circle, though he could not buy it yet due to it requiring him to have certain achievemt, from being an Archdemon to upgrading the system space to the next tier.

However, the knowledge is more than ough, especially as he likely have some other solution that he can achieve to give them working limbs once more.

"Laili, can you check if the lifespan of the clones are gone, those the organs can still be used?" he asked.

[ Weird question, but yes. The clones will die and lost their vitalities, but anything other than that, can still be used, theoretically, that is. Why? ]

"Let just say I probably can give them working limbs soon, as long as I have some more Growth Tube,"

-x-

His words seemed to rile them up somewhat, ev with their blank eyes. Before the one at the back could ask, he answered the question they no doubt have.

"For the horrible injured one, you will be put in the reserve force, and I will make sure you will be heal the momt I able to do so. All you have to do is sell your soul to the devil," technically demon, but they don't need to know too much.

"I want hear cheering if you want all of that," the slaves all cheered, some ev smiling, the first time he saw it on their face.

"Good, and now, you can do these two things, on the door to the left is a room filled with food, and to the right, it is filled with wom. Pick which one you wanted to go at," two-thirds of the slaves make their way to the wom, to the point they ev pushed it roughly, seemingly wanting to barge in.

As for the hungry one, they are more civilised, calmly oping the door before letting their instinct loose, grabbing and tearing through the food with voracity of a dragon. He smiled, before oping his system space mu and saw the LP slowly rising up.

"So, I was right, as long as they did it in the system space, I will gain LP, though only half if I did it with them," he muttered.

He push the thought to the side. He only need the settlemt wom to gain a lot of LP. Now he got it, he did not know what to do with them aside from using them as LP farm.

He th thought of a possibility of forming a debauched civilization somewhere in the future. The thought stayed for a second before being remove, him not having ough time and ergy to think of it being the major reason for that.

"Maybe after I get strong ough. For now, lets have a good show," he oped a scre, showing the male slaves rushing towards the settlemt wom and began to do it with them.

He smiled, as his cock get ev bigger, watching the raping and ravaging by the male slaves, acting more like animals than human at this point.

"Don't worry," he purred. "You will all be my monsters, used on my whim,"