New Slave

A man wearing a coat and a fedora could be seen standing in front of the door of an apartment room. He had been knocking on the door for a long time, but there was no response. The man was starting to run out of patience. Finally, he tried to turn the knob and found the door unlocked.

It was dark in the room. There was no sound indicating the owner was inside. This raised suspicion in the man.

"Vanya?" said the man quietly.

No response.

His instincts as a war veteran rose. He pulled out the gun hidden in his coat pocket. Then, he walked slowly. His eyes, that were no longer as sharp as when they were young, traced around the dimly lit room. The furniture still remained in place. The carpet that lined up the living room was tidy. There was no strange smell.

All seemed normal. No sign of someone breaking into the apartment at all.

"Hello, Marshal Anatoly Kramnik."

Instantly, the man was surprised. His eyes traced around the room to find the source of the voice. In the corner of the room, a white-haired man was sitting in a relaxed manner. Spontaneously, the muzzle of the gun pointed at the mysterious man.

"Who are you?" All the nerves in Marshal Anatoly's body tightened. His index finger pressed against the trigger, ready to pull it any time.

While the white-haired man sitting on the chair looked calm, instead of being frightened, he smiled. Then, the man stood up. "I've been patiently waiting for you. Come here, I don't have much time."

"Blyat… Who sent you? CIA? Vladimir? Trust me, you're looking for trouble with the wrong people. I don't care what you do to that bitch. You won't get anything from me."

The white-haired man clicked his tongue. He started to put on a displeased expression. "I really don't have much time."

Zwooosh!

In an instant, the mysterious man disappeared without a trace, as if swallowed by the darkness. Suddenly, Marshal Anatoly was surprised. It took him only a few seconds to react. Palms gripped his neck and his body crashed to the floor. He couldn't breathe. His face darkened.

"Be an obedient dog," said the white-haired man.

The tip of the man's index finger glowed bright red, then he pressed against Marshal Anatoly's forehead.

"Kuagh!" 

Marshal Anatoly struggled. An electric shock sensation ran through his brain. For a moment, he was horrified and frightened, then all those feelings disappeared. It was replaced with a feeling of calmness.

His eyes returned to the mysterious man. He immediately recognized who the figure gripping his neck was.

"Mister Isaac."

A smile bloomed on the white-haired man's face. He released his grip. Meanwhile, Marshal Anatoly knelt down to apologize. He felt ashamed, as if he had made a grave mistake.

"Stand up. Let's finish this business as soon as possible."

"Yes, Mister Isaac."

Isaac stretched out his hand into the empty air and his arm disappeared as if he had entered another dimension. When he pulled his arm out of the dimension, dozens of parchment scrolls fell strewn on the floor.

He had just taken the entire skill scrolls from the 'inventory'.

"Give all this to your best smith. I know you're trying to mass-produce weapons to kill the monsters."

In his previous life, when Isaac managed to escape to Russia, his fate was not much different from when he was in China. He wandered aimlessly, only that no one hunted him like before.

While living in Russia, Isaac saw a lot of things happening. One of them was the coup d'état carried out by Marshal Anatoly.

The man took advantage of the crisis resulting from the Dungeon's disastrous emergence to take full control of the military, including mass-producing weapons. Then, he would also take advantage of the Monster Break's chaos to increase his value in the eyes of society.

With the help of military power and the support of sympathy from the citizens, Marshal Anatoly took over the highest seat in the Russian government. Although his leadership would not last long, the Marshal would become a dictator in the future. 

Thus, Isaac planted the 'Seed of Mind' on the man first before that happened.

"Thank you very much, Mister Isaac."

Marshal Anatoly was now his new slave. 

The old man picked up all the skill scrolls that were scattered on the floor. These were all class F items; the items to learn the forging skills.

Learning these skill scrolls could increase the forging speed by 10% and the durability of the forge items would also increase by 5%. The results of the forging would not be as good as the results of the dwarves. But, at least, it would increase the efficiency of the mass production. 

Marshal Anatoly kept the skill scrolls.

"Is there anything else I need to do, Mister Isaac?"

Isaac stroked his chin. "How many personnel do you have? I mean, the personnel experiencing the awakening."

"The special unit for resurrected soldiers is around 50,000 personnel. They are all members of the HFD. It is possible the number will continue to grow, as the latest recruitment and military service regulations have been implemented."

The report made Isaac nod. "Good. I want you to send 1000 of your best soldiers every month to the Dungeon at the tripoint border. Besides, I want you to focus on increasing the training of the soldiers and reducing the death rate in the dungeons of Russia. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mister Isaac."

A wide smile bloomed on Isaac's face. "Good, that's all for now. I will contact you again in the future."

With this, Isaac's business in Russia was finished. 

'I have to go back soon.'

Just as Isaac was about to leave, he sensed a presence that had been eavesdropping on their conversation. In one of the bedrooms, a pair of eyes and a pale face peeked through the door. Isaac looked directly into those eyes. She suddenly heard the sound of someone falling on the floor.

His attention then returned to Marshal Anatoly.

"Did you share a lot of secrets with that woman?" Isaac asked.

Marshal Anatoly shook his head. "I don't think so."

However, the answer Isaac had heard still didn't convince him. "Even when you're drunk?"

Marshal Anatoly was silent. His face was flat and stiff.

From the man's expression, it was enough for Isaac to know the answer.

"What I said just now and what happened tonight, only we can know. No one should know."

"Yes, Mister Isaac."

After that, Isaac quickly left the apartment room without a word. Meanwhile, Marshal Anatoly walked into the bedroom with a gun in his hand.