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The Ink Collector

Jhin Herangel was once a prodigy merchant on Earth. Through his talent and luck, he became a billionaire at the young age. He was acknowledged as The Einstein of Business. His ability to command his employees was unparalleled; any task given was done with great efficiency and quality. However, it all changed after he was killed and died with eyes unable to close. When he thought it was the end, he accidentally signed a contract which brought him to a new world. A world where the horns of wars echo all year-round. A place where the myriads of races fought over resources just to survive. [Ding! You have successfully integrated with the Devil King's Legacy] [Ding! Please fill up the System Creation Form] He was given the ability to design his own system but in exchange… He must kill a million creatures within two years. Watch as Jhin Herangel, the one who fell from grace starts his journey in the bloody Chaos World and design a system to accomplish his goals. … [Ding! Discovered the tower of achievements. Do you wish to write your name and your greatest accomplishment?] “Sure!” [Ding! Please pick among your three greatest achievements.] 1. Vomiting in a God's head 2. Vomiting on the enemies' commander. 3. Flirting with the enemies' commander. “Forget it!” Jhin sighed as he reluctantly looked at the magnificent tower.

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Enslaved Soldiers, Exiled Army

Chapter 93 – Enslaved Soldiers, Exiled Army

"Hurry up if you don't want to have your meals halved!"

Under the scorching heat of the sun, hundreds of armored men were slowly marching towards the east.

Behind these armored men were dozens of carriages. However, instead of being pulled by horses, skinny men were pulling each carriage.

Every now and then, piercing whips would resound into the surroundings. And with its disappearance was the creation of a whip marks on one of these men.

Two soldiers were assigned to every carriage. Whenever they felt the speed of the carriage slowing, they would whip the rider.

If not for the fact that these men were all Tier 1 combatant, the harsh treatment on them would've taken their lives long ago.

Aside from pulling the carriage, the food they received was only enough to keep them living.

They wanted to escape… But alas! An enslavement spell was cast on them. Whether they like it or not, they must follow the orders of their masters.