That time since the master had given me a dirty set of clothes to wear, she never came back.

What was she doing? And what was going on outside?

Now I don’t know everything. The master did not say anything to me about what was going on outside during my torture.

Just let me out and give me my previous treatment, it doesn't matter. As long as I make good life, it is okay.

Just thinking about the master, the iron door opened, and the candle on the wall lit up as usual.

But this time the master did not come in with two maids, she was followed by two jailers. And they were followed by a group of demons with their hands and feet handcuffed. There were ten demons in total.

I looked at the master suspiciously. What kind of trick did she play this time?

"You guys go out."

The master turned her head to the two jailers and said.

"Yes."

The two jailers lowered their heads and slowly exited the cell, closing the iron door behind them.

The ten men stood side by side behind the master. From their expression, they seemed to hold back something.

"Ilotia, do you dare to kill now?"

I looked at the ten people while they showed their terrified eyes. They looked pitiful to the extreme. It turned out that I was asked to kill them. Recalling the torture I endured these days, I did not want to suffer that kind of pain again, so I nodded slowly towards the master.

"If I tell you that they are all innocent civilians, do you still dare to kill?"

So are they not the prisoners?

If they are innocent, am I willing to kill them?

The master showed great impatience. Then she came close to me, indifferently looking down at me.

"You are really stubborn. Are the people on the battlefield not innocent? Have you forgotten? You've killed 10,000 innocent people. Are you still obsessing about it?"

Not really...

I lowered my head. I thought that my previous thoughts were indeed really naive.

All people in this world are selfish. No one is kind.

I remembered the magic stories I read on Earth. In the stories, the brave man could wield his sword to cut down countless demons and eventually take the head of the demon king. Are those demons not innocent?

And the master's parents never initiated any war against humans. Just because of human hatred of the demons, the master's parents were beheaded by the brave. Are they not innocent?

I know it. I have read many magical novels. The weak will be the prey of the strong in the other world, but I have always adhered to the so-called goodness and morality.

I looked up at the master. In my eyes there were only me and the master. This time I will not be naive.

"I kill."

The master read my mind. So she nodded with satisfaction and snapped her fingers. Then the shackles that had bound me were loosened.

I could not stand up. I felt abnormally numb, probably because I had not exercised for too long.

"Kill only half of them."

Those ten people began to wail and beg for mercy after hearing these words from my master.

I looked at their pitiful expressions with infinite trepidation and innocence.

"Four layers."

The master recited the incantation.

The paralysis in my body instantly disappeared. I stood up from the ground.

I quickly ran past the ten men, then five heads slipped off, three women and two men.

Turning around , looking at the desperate eyes of the remaining five people and the intense hatred bubbling in their eyes, some of them cried out silently.

Those ten people are probably very close.

But I will no longer be merciful. If they do not die, I will have to suffer.

Looking at the poor look of those who survived, and the grieving eyes, my heart is already numb. For me, nothing matters anymore.

I looked up to the master, waiting for her praise.

But the master only nodded gently and did not say anymore, leaving me a little depressed.

"Master, when will you let me out?"

I finally asked the question.

"Depends on your performance."

The master took the five men away with these words, and the iron door creaked shut.

But the candle flame did not go out. Now the corpses of the five men were displayed in front of me. The master did not turn off my ability of four layers this time.

I can not use the four layers of ability to escape. The master will punish me severely if I am caught.

Squatted down and turned over these heads, I observed the five dead look. Some rolled eyes, some closed eyes, and some still bleeded, but I did not have any pity for them.

After all, I killed them all! What's the use of expressing any unnecessary grief and sympathy again? They are already dead.

The strong smell of blood lingered in the air. I breathed deeply and felt refreshed.

I Reached out to release a faint blue light, then the light wrapped around the five corpses, until these bodies turned into charred ashes. It will be a little bad if these corpses are rotten.

I am sitting on the iron chair that locked me before.

I feel like I've changed.

But nothing bad.

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The familiar sound of footsteps woke me up from my sleep.

With the fourth level ability I could hear that it was the master's footsteps. I Knew she was approaching the iron door of the cell.

My heart couldn't help but beat faster. At this moment, what came to mind was the master's complexed face. I didn't know if it was an anticipation or a fear.

The door finally opened. This time only the master came, and the maid did not follow.

Speaking of maids, it's been a long time since I saw the two Lindsay and Daisy. I wonder if they're bored in the master's palace.

The master walked in, and the door closed. I immediately knelt down to the master from the iron chair.

"Master."

I did not feel that it was a great humiliation, but was worried about the mood of my master. Now I look more like a slave. I just want to please the master by all means. This is my duty.

I could see a faint smile of satisfaction at the corners of her mouth as my master came over and squatted down to lift my head up.

"Hold out your hands."

I sat on my knees and held out my hands.

The master cupped my tiny left hand and rubbed her fingertips over my palm.

Then the four layers of power in my body were locked again.

I looked at my gray-black hand, contrasting with the white and red jade hand of my master. I tried to retract my hand unconsciously , but was pulled back by my master.

I was relieved to look up and see that my master didn't have any dislike for it.

I wondered why my master touched my hand like that. In the next moment my master grabbed my index finger and wrenched it hard in the direction of the back of my hand.

"Click..."

The sound of a bone breaking came.

I bit my lower lip to endure the pain. As long as the master can be satisfied, this pain does not matter for me.

Then the master broke all ten of my fingers, but I did not make any sound.

This time the master did not recite the incantation. Suddenly the hot stream of the magic came up inside me.

The ten twisted fingers emitted a cackling sound and reorganized back to their original form with a bizarre shaking. I moved my fingers that had become unharmed again, with a faint sense of pain remaining.

The master nodded and finally showed a satisfying smile.

So the master wanted this effect. She wants that: no matter what kind of pain I suffer, I can not shout or cry. If only I had known earlier, it would be better.

Then the master slowly cut my arm with a knife again, scraping the bones inside, and I also endured it. For my master, no matter how hard the pain is, I must endure it.

Then the master repeated the method that had tortured me before, and I didn't even have any complaints.

"Come out with me."

Once I heard that I could finally get out of this hellhole, I looked at my master excitedly and nodded heavily. I stood up and put back on my clothes in front of my master without any care.

It's not the first time I've been seen naked by my master.

Just because the master gave me a dry cleaning magic all over my body, my skin looks hydrated and glowing again. My hair has turned back to clean sky-blue, smooth as the silk. And the master gave me a new skirt over personally. It was really hard for her these days.

This is a dark blue skirt, spiral pattern from the hem like a mountain highway around to the waist. When the skirt was worn over my body, it delineated my slim figure. Of course, the short sleeves revealed my snow-white hands.

It's a beautiful dress, and it fits me well. I smiled at my master and said I liked it.

At the same time I also put on the white boots master brought. I have been barefoot for so long, now putting on shoes is a little uncomfortable for me.

"Good."

The master nodded after watching me complete the dressing.

I looked up at her.

"Master, have you said that? As long as I am willing to listen to you, I am superior than others."

"Hmm."

It seems the master didn't read my mind.

"What about the female demon who came to whip me before?"

The corner of the master's mouth twitched slightly. For the first time I saw her unexpected look.

I thought back to that woman's smug look for a moment and felt disgusted. Only the master was qualified to torment me.

"I'll take you to her."

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The place where I was kept was a dungeon.

Stepping out of the ground, outside was Zdis's castle. Next to the entrance to the dungeon was a short room.

I looked at the darkening sky. It was almost sunset.

There were two jailers guarding the entrance. When they saw the master, they bent down to baggage.

The master raised her hand, signaling them to stand up straight.

"Go and get Moore here."

The master ordered them. After the two jailers looked at each other, one of them ran over towards the short room.

It turned out that the female demon was called Moore.

After waiting for a while, I saw the female named Moore who had tortured me. She was still wearing a black military dress. She had a fearful expression when she saw me.

"Master, can I kill her?"

The master nodded, while the jailers around me looked very shocked. After Moore heard that, she turned her head and ran.

"Sixth layer."

Feeling the heat flow throughout the body, soothing warmth swept through my whole body.

Then a beam of light flashed, while Moore's legs were cut off by me.

"Ah!!!"

She fell to the ground, turning what was left of her upper body and looking at me in horror. She begged for me with a tremor in her voice.

"Lord Ilotia...let me go...it was the Demon Lord who asked me to do it...I didn't mean to do that."

"That...won't work either."

I also knew that it was the master who ordered her to do it, but I just couldn't stand it: I was whipped by someone other than my master.

Then I cut off her hands.

After the screams, she kept calling out my name in a pleading tone.

"Lord Ilotia! Lord Ilotia!"

Then, I decapitated the head.

I turned to look at my master and smiled at her as if I were pleasing her, while the two jailers beside her looked pale.

"Call someone to clean up later."

"Yes!"

The two men bowed their heads fiercely with great fear.

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The master led me to walk back to the place where I lived before. It was in the square in front of the palace.

As I stepped on the steps, the master turned back.

"Our goal is to take down the imperial capital of the human kingdom."

The master was already taller than me. After stepping on the steps she was even taller than me.

"The brave is our biggest obstacle."

Her red lips lightly opened. The afterglow of the sunset slanted on the master's solemn face, the pupils reflecting an infinite orange halo. The breeze brushed the master's fluttering red hair, the master's charming face reflecting the sparkling sunset.

I lowered my head and bent down to salute.

"Yes, my master."

For the first time there was a far-reaching goal in my heart.

I looked up and locked eyes with my master's red pupils. Now my master's wish was mine.

The unprecedented pleasure was burning every living cell in my body. I swear that I will do my best as a weapon.