Lein walked past the rows of iron cages, his gaze sweeping over the slaves trapped inside. Their conditions varied—some looked well-kept, while others appeared to have been left in a miserable state for far too long. Their ages ranged from children to the elderly.
"A cruel world," he muttered in his heart.
Yet, he did not curse or blame anyone. It was simply the way of this cosmic world—where the strong reigned as they pleased, while the weak could only resign themselves to fate.
As he walked, Lein began marking the slaves he intended to take. Each time he tapped on a cage's lock, the female receptionist accompanying him immediately opened the iron door, allowing the slave inside to step out.
Ting…
