Caspian

Caspian followed the broker to the mission board. 

There is one urgent mission, that any one and every one could take. A missing teleporter who has cleared the mice field. 

Caspian frowned. 

" This is our current target. I will tell you, brother, this is the ultimate secret of the Wulin. They never searched for anyone or anything with such fervor. So, whoever it is, they must be holding the ultimate treasure of Wulin. We must get them first before Wulin. " The broker told him. 

" It would be such a blast if we are able to do that. " Caspian looked at the mission board greedily. 

" Indeed. Brother, you actually went to mice field these days. Do you have any clues ? " The broker asked him. 

Now, Caspian understood why the broker was so enthusiastic. He was the one to lure these three hapless people to mice fields with the promise of double income, one from the government, one from finding clues. Unfortunately, all three died leaving no bodies.

" Unfortunately, no. The soldiers just rushed us through killing the mice, then expelled us as a whole. To find any clues, we need to wait till the dungeon is open to the public. But, brother, did you not say there's one more good thing about brokers ? What is it ? " Caspian asked. 

" For free ? " The broker grumbled. 

Caspian retrieved rat leather from his pouch. 

" This is all I have now. In the future, I will not forget my brother's help today. If I have a piece of meat, half must be yours. Come now, what is the good thing ? " Caspian asked. 

" There is a service in the organization. As long as you bring in a child or woman, you get credit. Once you have the credit, you can borrow their soldiers for missions in the dungeons at a low price. You select the young ones. They give you two. These kids are like dogs. You beat them well, then throw them a scrap, they will follow behind you like a dog. If you find a good one, then complain about them. Those big ones, they never look at faces, only complaints. When they throw out the boy, you can buy them in pre-sale. Then you will have a loyal dog who does all the work for you. " The broker explained to him. 

" Won't the contract be broken when they become eighteen ? Are they not afraid of the child's relatives coming for them ? Are they not afraid of the retribution when caught by the organization ? " Caspian asked, holding in his anger. 

He was one such dog, who completed mercenary missions from the time he was eight. Most of his teams had been alright, but from the time he had been twelve, he was seeing a shift in attitude of the clients. 

" Ha! Retribution by organization ? The organization is raising them as pigs for slaughter. Who cares when a pig or dog dies ? No. The ones who are special are marked early on. Moreover, letting such a child cross eighteen ? Just blow some air into these soldiers, they think they are the strongest in the world. Then just take them to any dungeon with a boss just a tad above their power level. After the boss kills them, you can just kill the boss, and report it as an accident. The dungeons eat bodies anyway. Who knows if it's a real accident or not unless you speak ? for such a thing, there's a special contract, which is a one of contract. You bind their mana core to you for the mission. If they die, both their skills and mana core are yours. Ain't that sweet ? " The man asked Caspian. 

" Yes, it is indeed. Are there any such missions right now ? " Caspian mused. 

" Give up, brother. You first need to put in the children. Do you know a child who is very strong in their mana power ? " The broker asked curiously. 

So, the guy is waiting for him here. 

In the end, Wulin is raising scumbags by stealing children. As if that's not enough, it survives by sucking the blood of women and children. 

Being a Wulin Warrior is a noble job. We are contributing to humanity as a whole, we are the selfless heroes that save the world. That message was drilled into their minds from a young age. 

They are supreme soldiers, noble warriors, and honorable heroes. Our names will be written into history. 

The history that they were ever so proud of is an inventory where they are being traded like cattle. 

The faith that they have given their all to is stupidity that gets them called dogs. 

For a moment, Caspian can not breathe in grief and anger. The numerous colleagues he lost are nothing more than manure that has grown these cancerous louts. The seal that they have borne with such pride is a stamp of slavery. The liberation they were waiting for so anxiously was never to be, because they are meant to die young. 

Just .. just what the hell had I been ? 

He was so happy on the day he won the lottery to be the mercenary. 

He was so proud of his perfect track history, where there was never an objective he did not accomplish. 

He was hurt, lost and angry. 

The next moment, his training kicked in, and Caspian became calm as a cucumber. The broker suddenly felt the danger. He looked at Caspian in a shock. The broker started running away without any preamble, yet, Caspian caught him in a bubble. 

The broker opened his mouth to scream, but a water ball blocked his mouth, muffling the sound. 

" You can decide to follow me with all of your heart and soul, or you can die. I will kill you peacefully. I will trust you not to scream. Ofcourse, screaming means you have chosen to die. " Caspian said, then pulled out the waterball. 

The broker's eyes bulged in terror, he nodded repeatedly to show his acquiescence. 

" Tell me everything you know about the organization, facts, rumors and urban legends. " he threatened the man. 

The information he had learned had shocked him. From the beginning, the organization was setting them up to fail. The good seeds, the genetically gifted, are separated out early, and they will be used as studs. The rest, which included Caspian, are trained into mercenaries. 

In the organization, the book of family is one of the reasons soldiers work hard. If a soldier shows too much promise, the next ones in the soldier's line are trained to be supported, or glass cannons, where they could only be used in specific dungeons. On top of that, from that moment on, his living relatives will be given harder jobs, culling the talent, keeping them under control. 

However, this is only a management method, it can not be called true evil. 

The evil of the Wulin family lies in the fact that they encourage all clans to develop a Mana mark of their own. This mark allows the mana to disperse among the fellows holding the same mana mark. However, this mana mark is blood bound to the Wulin family by an artifact. As such, no matter what mark they practice, their mana returns to Wulin. Over time, the Wulin family's power grows, so much so, even elementals can not hold a candle to the mana Wulin family holds at the time of birth. 

In fact, this time around, the Wulin patriarch was so hungry for power, he killed almost all of his siblings and relatives, or he made them take the blood oath that slaves take, making sure all the mana is concentrated only on him. He was said to be the most powerful man on earth. 

Caspian took a moment to digest all this information. 

At this time, the broker's cell phone rang. 

" Turn on the speaker. " Caspian ordered. 

" Yo ! Brother Mohmad ! I have information about a break and run. Do you want to buy it ? " the other side asked eagerly. 

" Buy. " The broker answered. 

Caspian nodded in agreement. 

" there's the link. Pay and buy. " the man on the phone answered, then hung up. 

" What's a break and run ? " Caspian asked.

" There's a dungeon break near a place where Wulin raises children. The administrators will abandon children, run away. If we are able to go there and free these children, they are ours. Then we can turn them into the organization as new recruits. " The man answered, shivering. 

" Get the coordinates. " Caspian ordered. 

Caspian has one refined contract skill, which is for killing deserters. It expends mana to mana equally, killing the lesser party. 

He put the curse on the broker when he freed him. 

" It doesn't matter where you go in the world. If you betray me, you will die. " he told him, explaining the function of the skill. 

After that, Caspian rushed over to the coordinates mentioned. 

In the orphanage, it seems one of the older girls has barred the doors and windows, but the monsters are rampaging around the house. 

For now, the electric wires are holding, but soon, they will not. 

Worse yet, the monsters were Jackals, who eat without leaving bones.