After Baiya escaped the ambush, true darkness quietly descended.
This story begins with an unlucky man. Fifteen minutes had passed since Baiya’s escape.
A tall, thin noble locked eyes with a girl no taller than 1.4 meters. Staring into her cold, emotionless purple eyes, he couldn’t help but shiver.
Now the question is, the tall, thin noble was 1.8 meters tall. Under what circumstance would he meet the gaze of a 1.4-meter-tall girl? The answer was not that he was holding her, nor was she standing on anything like a stool to meet his line of sight.
The key to the answer was that she was floating in midair. Thick darkness swirled behind her back like a pool of black water flowing. Using the power of this dark matter, she could fly, though her ability was limited to a maximum height of three meters.
They stared at each other for about ten seconds. Suddenly, the girl snapped her fingers. The noble’s shadow twisted violently and broke free from his body. It seemed completely unaffected by the streetlamp’s light. His shadow transformed into a free-flowing dark substance, splitting into three parts before shooting out to seal his neck and hands.
The noble showed no great surprise because he had long been aware of this. He knew quite a bit about the girl before him. She was a slave girl—one of Prince Amidal’s slave girls.
This black-haired, purple-eyed girl was the [Slave Girl: Shadow Spider].
And as a humanoid weapon slave girl, Shadow Spider’s racial talent was…
“Where is that bitch?”
The pitch-black substance tightening around the noble’s neck constricted fiercely. The pain from suffocation turned his face blue-purple.
What was going on? Did Shadow Spider want to kill him?! Had she gone mad?
“You… dare… treat me like this, I… I’m… a noble…” The noble barely managed to spit out these words with all his strength.
“Answer me quickly. If you have no use, dispose of you.” Shadow Spider half-closed her eyelids, showing impatience. Despite having an angelic, beautiful, and cute face, her words sounded like those of a demon.
“You…” The noble’s bloodshot eyes bulged, his lips trembling, wanting to argue further.
“Looks like you don’t.”
Shadow Spider yawned, her cold gaze pinched a black thread, then pulled hard. Before the noble could finish speaking, his head and arms separated from his torso. A torrent of blood sprayed from the severed wounds.
At the moment she killed the noble, Shadow Spider immediately manipulated the dark matter to form an intangible shield in front of her, blocking and absorbing the blood spraying toward her. She absolutely refused to get her body dirty.
The noble’s head rolled several times on the ground before stopping. What was he thinking before death? Perhaps it was that a mere slave dared to rebel. Within one day, he had encountered two such slaves—and the second one cost him his life.
Nobles who underestimate slaves are destined to suffer great losses. Maybe he’ll understand this lesson in his next life.
“Where is that bitch?”
Another unfortunate noble had been captured by Shadow Spider. Whether he would survive was unknown.
Among the nobles’ slave capture teams, Shadow Spider was Baiya’s greatest threat.
Under Prince Amidal’s orders, Shadow Spider had left his side to capture Baiya, which meant the prince lost her protection.
Baiya Ifir Clorom! It was this bitch’s fault! This damn slave had forced Shadow Spider to leave Prince Amidal’s side! Not being able to accompany her master every moment tore her heart apart.
Shadow Spider resented Baiya and had even decided to kill her the moment she found her.
Among all the slave capture members, Shadow Spider was the strongest. Even arena ghouls would be torn apart by her. Her strength ranked above the gold tier.
She was Baiya’s biggest threat—that was undeniable.
Though she looked no older than twelve or thirteen, she possessed terrifying power. Even a lifetime of cultivation for an ordinary person couldn’t compare to her progress. How she achieved this at such a young age was truly a miracle.
Yet this miracle was explainable. She was a slave, but not an ordinary one—she was a special slave, belonging to the group of slave girls.
Being a slave girl in the [SLAVE] world meant no one questioned her strength. Just announcing the slave girl title could intimidate enemies without fighting.
Slave girls had another title in the [SLAVE] world: national humanoid killing weapons. When a slave girl matured, she could single-handedly fight against armies of 100,000. Such combat power was incredible, almost unbelievable—but it was common knowledge in the [SLAVE] world.
Now, slave girls had become the ultimate battle weapons between nations. For a country to grow strong, it must have a slave girl. The fate of wars was driven by these slave girls.
The origin of slave girls traced back to long ago. The sages of the [SLAVE] world discovered that human-foreign hybrid bloodlines had a very low chance to awaken a powerful ability called racial talent. The [SLAVE] world had tens of thousands of foreign races, each with their own talents, but the racial talent awakened by human-foreign hybrids far exceeded those, defying logic with incredible powers.
For example, the merfolk’s racial talent was controlling tides. A hybrid of human and merfolk with awakened racial talent could freely summon continuous tsunamis—if fully grown, of course.
After decades of observation, sages found several patterns. First, those who awakened racial talent from human-foreign bloodlines were all girls. Second, the awakening age ranged from nine to eighteen. Third, foreign-foreign hybrids could never awaken racial talent. They concluded only young human females with foreign blood could awaken racial talent.
After thorough research, humans began to consider exploiting this power. [SLAVE] was a world filled with slave-based empires. The consensus among the upper classes was to turn awakened girls into their slaves.
This was the birth of the slave girl concept.
Once empires agreed, any girl awakening racial talent was immediately captured by imperial soldiers, sometimes requiring armies. The captured girls were taken to the palace, where specialists trained them into obedient slaves so the empire could fully control this power.
These terrifyingly powerful girls, used by empires, were called slave girls. Wars between empires gradually turned into battles between slave girls. When one side’s slave girl won, the other’s died, leading to the empire’s collapse. Centuries later, the terrifying legacy of slave girls was deeply rooted in people’s minds.
The only consolation was that the bloodshed and darkness were somewhat limited. The number of slave girls never exceeded four digits. With [SLAVE]’s population in the hundreds of billions, this meant the chance of awakening racial talent was astronomically low. Countries possessing slave girls were extremely rare.
Like Amidal.
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