Simultaneously transmigrating, I, with my extraordinary talent, relied entirely on myself.

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Esdeath rushed toward Arlin, intending to restrain him completely.

Just as she reached Ayrin, her vision blurred, and a blazing blade was aimed at Esdeath's throat.

Yalin's voice followed.

You lost!

"The Mahaprajnaparamita has actually been broken?"

Esdeath finds it hard to understand why she would disregard the deadly threat to her throat.

Even time and spacetime are frozen, so how is Yalin immune to it?

Yalin did not explain, but the dividing lines of the Cross Tail bound Esdeath tightly, restricting her body.

He then stared at the most powerful general, pondering how to deal with her.

Killing them would be too wasteful; the three major foreign tribes surrounding the empire need a powerful general like Esdeath to suppress them.

It's impossible for Yalin to personally participate in everything; that would be too troublesome.

However, considering Esdeath's previous delusions of enslaving him, it was impossible for Arlin to take her under his wing without a second thought.

With his sadistic personality, Yalin would have a real headache if he kept causing trouble for him. It would be easier to just kill him.

How about we draft a slave contract?

Yalin stared at Esdeath with narrowed eyes, wanting to let this powerful general know that the situation had reversed.

Although mental problems are extremely difficult to solve, and Esdeath's strength makes it almost impossible for her to be distorted, a brief period of hypnosis might be possible.

If we can change her mind when signing the contract, wouldn't she be able to do whatever she wants afterward?

"Are you trying to discipline me? With candles, whips, or bamboo skewers?"

Esdeath said with interest, offering Arlin some basic advice.

She was an expert in this area, having killed countless enemies in the torture chamber, yet she had never personally experienced it.

She had no objection to the treatment she would receive.

Since they adhere to the law of the jungle, they won't apply double standards to the point of being unacceptable even after being defeated.

Esdeath is not someone who can't accept defeat.

Becoming stronger and then avenging this humiliation—that is her future goal.

"Are you expecting something?"

Yalin frowned. This guy had something wrong with his nature; it felt like he was rewarding her with these things.

What's so special about this? Every sadist has the heart of a masochist.

He reached out and grabbed Esdeath by the throat, meeting her gaze, but saw not a trace of fear in her pupils.

Yalin gradually increased his pressure, making Esdeath experience the feeling of suffocation, her delicate face turning red. Just as her throat was about to be crushed, he threw her to the ground like a rag.

Esdeath lay on the ground, panting heavily, her forehead covered in sweat, but the mockery on her lips was undisguised.

That's really too simplistic.

Arlin remained unmoved and, based on Esdeath's previous desires, proceeded to whip and trample upon her accordingly.

Saltwater whipping, candle wax dripping, psychological torture...

Yalin tried them all, leaving this sadistic queen battered and bruised.

Even so, Esdeath persevered through gritted teeth, her gaze unwavering, filled with admiration rather than yielding, as if she had found a kindred spirit.

"Forget it, ordinary punishments are nothing to you."

Yalin didn't continue. He looked down at Esdeath, having made up his mind.

The broken threads coalesced into a necklace that was placed on her body.

Then he lifted her chin with his fingers and said calmly.

"As the weaker party, you will be my dog ​​from now on. I will spread this message throughout the entire empire."

Let everyone know that the famous Esdeath is nothing more than a beautiful dog, a lowly creature to be humiliated at will.

Esdeath's expression changed immediately upon hearing this. She could accept Arlin's humiliation because he was stronger than her.

She is confident that everything she is enduring now will be returned to her in an even greater way in the future, so she can accept it calmly.

But she absolutely could not accept the outcome of the weak finding out and becoming a laughing stock and topic of conversation for the entire empire.

Yalin noticed this and smiled with pleasure.

He thought this woman was completely unreasonable and had no weaknesses whatsoever.

That's right. Her proud personality is both her greatest characteristic and her greatest weakness.

Yalin projected the master-servant contract he had drafted into Esdeath's consciousness: "Sign the agreement and become my blade. I will allow you to challenge me once a month. When you win, the contract will be dissolved, or even reversed."

If she still disagreed, Yalin would unceremoniously enslave her and turn her into a puppet.

Esdeath glanced through the contract, then revealed a maniacal, sadistic smile and agreed without hesitation.

"Just wait, one day I will defeat you and show you what real punishment is."

For Esdeath, temporarily submitting to a stronger opponent is not difficult to accept. She is confident that she can surpass them and reverse the situation.

Yalin will regret his actions today.

Ignoring the threat, Yalin burned Esdeath's upper body clothes to ashes.

Countless deep wounds were left on her delicate skin, and the piercing pain tormented Esdeath.

Yalin channeled life energy into Esdeath's fingertips, healing her and preventing any delays in their next move.

After subduing Esdeath, there were no obstacles in his path.

The future emperor is about to arrive in his loyal capital.

.....

In the capital, the ancient city, once peaceful, was thrown into turmoil by the night raid and the infiltration of the three demons.

In just one night, the minister's top fighters were all slaughtered by the three demon Rakshasa demons who acted as his collaborators, and some officials died unnatural deaths.

This immediately enraged and unsettled Ernest, prompting the young emperor to order a thorough investigation.

When Yalin returned to the capital after several years, the atmosphere in the city became tense. Officials and nobles all stayed in their own homes, afraid of being too conspicuous and attracting attention.

Even General Bude's personal guards were mobilized to search for the whereabouts of Night Raid and the Three Rakshasa Demons.

Arlin strolled through the capital, where Esdeath was assigned by him to handle some public issues and figures.

Looking at the central palace, Yalin's expression was indifferent.

The foolish younger brother has been quite bewitched by Ernest over the years.

The entire empire fell into chaos under his rule, and public resentment was boiling over.

Especially in the capital city, Yalin's Demon King talent allows him to sense endless resentment and desire.

It was as if countless souls were uttering curses before their deaths, and the darkness it contained was even stronger than that of Tokyo in the 90s.

This negative emotion, a collective feeling of those who died unjustly, was clearly conveyed to Yalin, leaving him momentarily speechless.

"Pause."

As Yalin pondered, a lavishly decorated carriage stopped in front of him.

The curtain at the window was pushed open, and a blonde, blue-eyed girl noticed Yalin's presence.

His eyes sparkled, as if he had seen the world's most precious treasures.

Her heart was pounding like never before, and she had only one thought in her mind: she had to have him.

"Here we go again, young lady?" one of the two guards driving the carriage said with a smile, while the other hesitated.

"Young Miss, things haven't been peaceful lately. Master just said last night..."

"There's nothing I can do, it's just my nature." The girl named Arya smiled sweetly, her gaze fixed on Yalin.

"Besides, my parents would be happy to see such a good-looking guest."

She stepped down from the carriage, trotted over to Yalin, and said with a slightly flushed face.

"Hello, I really like you. Would you like to come over to my house?"

This outfit definitely doesn't belong to a local from the capital, so she came over quite confidently.

Even though she was from the capital, she was willing to take some risks just because of Yalin's looks.

"That's really straightforward." Yalin glanced at the seemingly innocent girl and smiled kindly as well.

"Since you are so enthusiastic, I would be impolite to refuse."

After whipping Esdeath, he realized that his methods of tormenting people were still somewhat inadequate.

For those scumbags in the capital, a quick death would be too lenient for them.

This is a good opportunity to further my studies.

Arya and her parents were perfect test subjects, ideal for passing the time at night.

......

A noble mansion, a villa.

With a smile, Yalin hung Arya and her parents in the warehouse's torture chamber.

The guards outside the warehouse died screaming after their limbs were severed by him.

Seeing the confusion and fear in their eyes, he gently comforted them, "Don't worry, I'll know my limits and won't let you die too easily."

In the cell next to the three men were withered corpses, their bodies covered in wounds.

These people were all outsiders who had been lured here by Arya's family with sweet words, and were tortured to death by their love of interrogation.

Arya's mother also had the habit of keeping a diary, administering drugs to imprisoned prisoners and observing them, recording their symptoms before they died.

The resentment emanating from this warehouse caught Yalin's attention as soon as he entered the mansion.