Grand Plan.

"Alger Bannermane, are you willing to be my Slave?" 

"Say yes." 

"…W-What? W-Who awre ywou…?" 

Alger couldn't understand. He was cultivating in his room and suddenly, he felt as if his face was smashed by a huge bolder and before he could react to the agonizing pain coursing throughout his body starting from his face, he saw an incredibly handsome man standing in front of him with a neutral look on his face, completely taking him by surprise. 

Hearing his question, the man seemed to frown for a second, soon however, a look of realization appeared on his face, 

"I cannot use charm any longer huh… 

I forgot about it." 

The man seemed disappointed, soon, however, he just shrugged and then, his eyes fell on him again, 

"I guess we would need to go with the old method huh…" 

The man then crouched, bringing his face closer to Alger, then, he grabbed his hair, lifted his head to bring it closer to him and,