Bringer of Calamity

The eyes of the slaves reddened, and they started to feel one thing that all of them thought that they had already lost—hope.

None of them was feeling cold anymore, but warmth and comfort, like they were back in their mother's warm embrace.

It made them remember the times when they were free, the carefree days, and happy days.

Back then, no one was hungry. No one was poor. Everyone was happy. It was a feeling that they longed to experience again.

"M-mercy, oh great player!" Fakhir cried out and knelt on the ground. "W-we can work for you. T-the money we've called in the past month is all yours!"

Adam looked silently at him, but the corner of his lip lifted up as if he could hear Fakhir's current thoughts.

Fakhir thought. 'I just need to buy some time. I just need to inform him that there is another player, so he'll eliminate this threat for me. Then we can return to what we were doing before!'