Arin Falk opened his eyes to a sharp voice slicing through the morning air.
> "Wake up, sir. It's time for the first execution."
The bed beneath him was stiff, lined with blood-red silk. The room felt like a general's quarters—military, yet lavish.
But this wasn't his home. This wasn't his world.
He sat up slowly, his head spinning. The last thing he remembered…
That strange pop-up.
The button that read: "Click if you deserve dominion."
Then—nothing. Darkness.
And now… this.
A tall man in a black suit entered, holding a sleek digital tablet.
> "Sir Arin Falk, this morning's schedule includes 24 Class-C slaves.
They are sentenced to public humiliation, followed by execution.
Would you like to perform it yourself?"
Arin stared at him. The question felt... natural.
Like a script he had memorized in another life.
A smile crept across his lips, cold and effortless.
> "Yes. I want to start my day clean."
---
The Execution Yard stretched like a steel rectangle, surrounded by iron poles and towering screens.
Each screen displayed the slave's data: name, age, classification, and offense.
("Insubordination," "sluggish task performance," "poor posture.")
The slaves knelt in silence. Their limbs trembled. Eyes empty.
Arin stood before them, the cameras locking on to his face.
The scene was being streamed live on "SlaveLife Global."
A mechanical assistant hovered beside him.
> "Sir, each confirmed kill earns you 5 Master Points.
If accompanied by verbal degradation, a 10-point bonus is awarded."
He stepped in front of the first one.
A young Chinese male. Name: Wang Qi. Early twenties.
Skin pale, face blank.
Arin met his eyes, leaned slightly forward, and declared:
> "You are not a number. You're waste.
And today is sanitation day."
He tapped the red button.
The collar detonated.
Wang's body dropped like dead weight.
+5 Master Points
+10 Verbal Humiliation Bonus
His tally updated in real time:
Current Score: 3,475 Points.
Close to earning the Blood Mark Tier III.
The other slaves began to shiver.
Arin turned to the crowd of viewers through the broadcast lens:
> "Don't be afraid.
We've got all day.
And every scream… deserves to be heard."
---
One hour later, 24 bodies lay still.
Blood washed down the concrete drains.
Arin returned to his office, his mind calm. Serene.
He settled into his throne-like chair, tapping open the MasterScore interface.
> Welcome back, Lord Arin Falk.
New alert: Potential promotion. Only 500 points away from the title:
Supreme Master of Dominion.
Keep going. The world is watching.
He chuckled softly.
> "Good.
Let them watch.
I'll give them hell worth remembering."