71: Chapter 71 The Slave Brand! The First Batch of Coolies is Born!

"Unlock."

"And use it."

Qin Yu's reply was without the slightest hesitation, cold and devoid of any emotion.

A tyrant never needs to consider mercy.

【Ding! Permissions confirmed!】

【Congratulations host, you have successfully unlocked the 'Slavery Rune'!】

【Slavery Rune: A Lord's exclusive permission. It can be used on intelligent creatures that are not of the same race and possess strength lower than the host. Once branded, the target will completely submit to the host on a soul level. Their thoughts and will shall be suppressed, making it impossible for them to harbor any thoughts of betrayal. The host can issue absolute commands to them, and their life and death will rest solely on the host's whim.】

【Note: This rune is a permanent brand; once applied, it cannot be removed.】

The cold system description appeared in Qin Yu's mind.

A cruel arc curled at the corners of Qin Yu's mouth.

Absolute submission on a soul level?

This was simply an ability tailored specifically for him!

Hum— As his thoughts moved, a pitch-black, eerie energy radiating an ominous aura slowly condensed in his right hand.

Eventually, it transformed into an incredibly complex black rune composed of countless twisted, evil symbols.

The rune seemed to possess life, pulsing slowly in his palm, emitting an evil aura that made one's soul tremble.

All the men kneeling on the ground felt that aura, which made their hair stand on end.

They looked up, staring in terror at the black rune in Qin Yu's hand, not understanding what it was.

But their beast-like instincts were screaming warnings at them!

Danger! Extreme danger!

"What... what are you trying to do?!"

The white youth named Brian, though he had just been scared out of his wits, couldn't help but scream shrilly, his voice laced with bravado, as he saw the eerie rune in Qin Yu's palm.

"I'm warning you! Don't mess around! I'm an American citizen! You can't..."

His words came to an abrupt halt.

Because Qin Yu had already walked up to him, step by step.

Those deep, emotionless eyes looked down at him from above, as if looking at an ant about to be crushed to death.

"Noisy."

Qin Yu spat out the two words coldly.

Then, amidst Brian's terrified, distorted gaze, he slowly raised his right hand.

He grabbed Brian's hair, yanking his head back violently, forcing him to look up.

"No! Let go of me! You devil! Let go of me!"

Brian struggled frantically, using his hands and feet to try and push Qin Yu away.

But in the face of Qin Yu's terrifying strength, all his struggles were as pale and powerless as an infant's.

Qin Yu's left hand was like an iron clamp, holding him tightly and rendering him unable to move.

Then, his right hand, flickering with the black rune, slowly pressed down onto Brian's smooth forehead!

"No!!!"

Brian let out the most piercing, desperate scream of his life!

Ssss—!

A terrifying, teeth-gritting sound, like a hot iron branding raw flesh, suddenly rang out!

A puff of black smoke, mixed with the stench of burning flesh, instantly permeated the air!

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

Brian's body twitched violently, as if electrocuted!

His eyeballs bulged, filled with bloodshot veins!

His mouth hung wide open, and drool and white foam flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth!

An indescribable, agonizing pain originating from the depths of his soul felt as if it were tearing his entire consciousness into pieces!

This process only lasted a short three seconds.

Three seconds later, Qin Yu slowly released his hand.

Brian's screams came to an abrupt halt.

He collapsed to the ground, limp, as if all his bones had been removed.

Right in the center of his forehead, a complex and evil black rune made of countless twisted symbols was deeply branded into his skin.

The rune seemed to have come alive, flickering with a faint black light, looking ferocious and terrifying.

The surrounding survivors and wild people were all stunned with fear!

They watched this scene in terror, not daring to even breathe!

It was too cruel!

Too terrifying!

This man was a complete and utter devil!

Brian, who was slumped on the ground, moved slowly.

He propped himself up with trembling arms.

Then, he slowly lifted his head.

His blue eyes, which had originally been full of arrogance and anger, had now become hollow and dead silent.

All spirit and all emotion had been wiped away.

All that remained was the most primitive, most pure... absolute fear and obedience toward his master.

He looked at Qin Yu, and for the first time, an emotion called "awe" appeared in those hollow eyes.

Then, he knelt upright again.

He pressed his forehead deeply, deeply, against the ground at Qin Yu's feet.

In an incomparably humble, incomparably pious, dream-like tone, he murmured.

"Yes... Master."

Each word was incredibly clear.

Jack's pupils contracted to the size of pinpricks!

He looked at Brian in disbelief!

This guy, who had just been unyielding even in death, now... was now actually calling that man... Master?!

What kind of evil sorcery was this?!

However, Qin Yu didn't give them any time to think.

After branding Brian, he walked toward the next target.

Jack.

"No! Don't come over! Don't touch me!"

Jack panicked completely!

He scrambled backward, his face filled with extreme terror!

He would rather die than become like Brian—a Slave who had lost his self and was like a walking corpse!

But where could he run to?

With just a flash of movement, Qin Yu appeared before him as if teleporting.

A large, cold hand gripped his neck, lifting him straight up off the ground!

"Ugh... let... let go..."

Jack's feet left the ground as he kicked wildly, his face turning the color of pig liver from suffocation.

Indifferently, Qin Yu pressed the black-flickering 'Slavery Rune' fiercely onto his forehead!

"Ah!!!"

Another heart-rending scream rang out.

Following that came the third, the fourth, the fifth...

Screams rose and fell one after another!

Qin Yu was like a highly efficient, cold-blooded assembly line worker.

Step by step, one by one, he branded the mark representing absolute slavery onto every man's forehead.

From the eight survivors to the one hundred and twelve Bloodfang Tribe warriors, none were spared!

The entire camp echoed with their shrill wails, transitioning from pain to numbness, from despair to submission.

The newly joined women, whether survivors or wild people, were all huddled together in fear, shivering, their faces as pale as paper.

They looked at the man who was like a demon god, personally creating Slaves, and in their eyes, there was no longer a single distracting thought.

There was only the purest, deepest, bone-chilling... awe!

Finally, when the last wild person warrior was also branded with the rune and knelt on the ground, the whole world went quiet.

Before Qin Yu, one hundred and twenty Slaves with black runes branded on their foreheads knelt in an orderly sea.

They all kept their heads lowered, motionless, like the most loyal, thoughtless sculptures.

An army of Slaves that obeyed absolutely was thus born!

Qin Yu looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction and nodded.

He turned around and issued an order to Chen Xiao, who had been waiting on the side, her pretty face pale from being shocked by this bloody scene.

"Chen Xiao."

"Organize them all into a labor team."

"Starting tomorrow, they will be responsible for the most dangerous and exhausting work in the Tribe! Mining, logging, and building defensive fortifications!"

Qin Yu's voice was cold and unquestionable.

"Tell them that every day, only by completing enough tasks can they exchange them for the most basic food to survive."

"Anyone who dares to slack off, or makes a mistake..."

A flash of killing intent appeared in Qin Yu's eyes.

"Execute them directly and feed them to my pet."

"Yes! Chieftain!"

Chen Xiao's body shuddered violently, and she immediately accepted the order respectfully.

Qin Yu's gaze swept over the women who were scared out of their wits, and finally, it landed on the center of the camp, on that largest and most luxurious tent that belonged to the Bloodfang Tribe chieftain.

That tent, made from the skulls of giant beasts and the entire hide of a Saber-toothed Tiger, was now his.

A playful smile, belonging to a conqueror, curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Tonight, I'll stay here."

He turned his head, his gaze falling on Su Qingyao, Lin Waner, and the five survivor women.

He extended his finger and casually pointed at the Latin woman who was the most attractive among them, and a petite Japanese girl.

"Su Qingyao, Lin Waner."

"And... you two, what are your names?"

"Come with me."