Rage
The Slave Organisation's headquarters, named "The Top!", was working as usual. Slaves did the work they were supposed to do, even if they didn't want to.
Officers instructed to keep an eye on them were resting somewhere, too lazy to look after some pests.
Even the sanitary unit, stationed at the main gate, was just lazing around. Some played cards, while others just slept on their chairs.
In a small building beside the main metal gate, screams filled with agony could be heard; however, no one seemed surprised. Why would they? This was just a normal thing here in the headquarters.
Nobody came here in the desolate lands, not even Spiritual Creatures, so the guards were not worried the least. Unfortunately, they just couldn't leave their post unless they wanted punishment.
A young man with a muscular build, standing easily at a height of seven feet, was sitting atop the metal gate and looking around.