In a certain wasteland in the Galactic system, within the command room of a black spaceship.
A person with blue skin, about two feet tall, sat there holding an electronic roster.
Beside him stood another person with blue skin.
"This ti, the young talents of our Blue Blood Tribe are quite impressive!" said the seated person.
They were people from a race in the universe known as the Blue Blood Tribe, and the seated person was the Clan Leader.
The person beside him also smiled.
"Alright, this thod of sending the talented young individuals of our tribe to such dangerous wastelands for training is great. I believe that in the future, our Blue Blood Tribe will surely see even more outstanding talents. I declare this training session over, and now we can bring everyone back!"
The seated person said.
"Yes!" The person beside imdiately followed instructions, taking out sothing resembling a tablet computer.
He could see many red dots appearing on the computer. They had installed a device on the exceptional young individuals of the Blue Blood Tribe to track their locations. There were originally twenty people, but now there were only eighteen red dots.
Imdiately, the person frowned.
"Clan Leader, there are only eighteen red dots left. It seems the other two are missing!"
The person called the Clan Leader’s face turned grim: "Quick, send soone to find them. Those people are the elite of our Blue Snow Tribe, absolutely must not lose a single one!"
"Yes!"
...
At this mont, on Blue River Star.
Under Akka’s guidance, Tang Zhong was now very close to the slave market.
Along the way, Akka looked at Tang Zhong nurous tis, thinking that he didn’t seem like a bad person. But why did he head straight for the slave market as soon as he spoke? Although slavery was specially permitted on Blue River Star, Akka thought that those who sold slaves must not be good people.
However, for money, Akka still brought Tang Zhong here.
Soon, a massive trading venue appeared.
It was labeled as a Slave Trading Center!
"This is it, employer!" Akka said.
"Very good!" Tang Zhong replied.
"Employer, can I not follow you into the slave market?" Akka asked.
"Why?" Tang Zhong asked in surprise.
"So of my tribesn have been captured as slaves. I don’t want to see that scene!" Akka said.
"Alright, then wait outside!" Tang Zhong nodded, getting off the flying car.
Seeing one’s race captured as slaves is sothing many people don’t want to witness.
Tang Zhong went in alone, but he really couldn’t understand what was said about using slaves for show. What use could captured slaves possibly have?
"You’ve underestimated these slaves. I’ll tell you... the slaves are all stronger than you!" said the Fla Dragon Soldiers.
"I don’t believe it!" Tang Zhong replied.
The slave market was bustling with noise!
Tang Zhong’s gaze swept around, and there were quite a number of people browsing. Sellers were everywhere, negotiating with slave traders.
Looking at those slaves, they were no different from ordinary people, just that their auras were extrely weak. Of course, among these slaves, there were many different kinds!
"Are these really slaves?" Tang Zhong asked in surprise.
The slaves he imagined should be the ones with shackles and handcuffs, not like this at all.
"Of course, they are slaves. After capturing them from other planets, slavers implant a light brain in their minds to control them, making them do whatever they want. This transforms them completely into slaves. Sotis, instead of a light brain, they implant a nano-bomb, forcing them into slavery. If they disobey, the bomb detonates, killing them instantly!" said the Fla Dragon Soldiers.
"Slaves are people too!" Tang Zhong said, finding it too brutal.
"This is the universe, where people are divided into different classes!" said the Fla Dragon Soldiers.
Tang Zhong had nothing to say.
Every two steps, a minotaur in a suit approached, seeming slick: "This brother here, judging by your unfamiliar face, it should be your first ti buying slaves. You’re welco to check out the slaves at my place!"
"Alright!" Tang Zhong nodded, trying to maintain a cold deanor to avoid revealing his intentions.
The minotaur observed Tang Zhong. From years of business experience, he could usually discern a person’s nature, but now he couldn’t read Tang Zhong at all.
But looking at the slaves was the primary concern.
He led Tang Zhong into the market, his gaze sweeping over, seeing only slaves.
There were all sorts of people.
Those who stood still were slaves, with black-skinned people, similar to that of black people, nose rings, but about three ters tall, and hairy legs.
"These are the Black Iron Tribe, a race whose strength is at the teorite Level. Though not particularly powerful, they are perfect for manual labor. So tribe mbers are potent enough to soon ascend to Planet Level, making them a rare combat power. This race has been entirely enslaved by us, with a particularly large number!" said the minotaur boss.
Tang Zhong listened, finding it unbelievable. teorite Level individuals were reduced to slaves. Is this... truly slavery?
He was a War God!
Forcing himself to contain his shock, Tang Zhong remained silent.
His gaze shifted to other nearby slaves: tall, very handso won, resembling foxes. Each exuded a captivating charm, the kind that would entice at just a glance.
Seeing Tang Zhong watching those won, the minotaur boss hurriedly explained: "These won belong to the Human Fox Tribe. mbers of the Human Fox Tribe are all War Gods. Besides having pretty shells, they are also teorite Level. However, don’t be fooled by their teorite Level status; their strength can’t even compete with crippled War Gods. At best, they are for play. Here, all the female slaves are pure virgins. If the boss is interested, you can buy them to play with and then grant them to your subordinates once you’re finished!"
It was truly treating won like playthings!
Tang Zhong watched those won. They continuously posed seductively towards him, hoping to be purchased. These won were genuinely beautiful, but their weak strength dood them to such a fate, akin to prostitutes.
Looking ahead, there were many more races!
At this mont, Tang Zhong’s heart beat wildly, thinking that if even teorite Level individuals beca slaves, would Earth face the sa fate if discovered by these universe beings?
The answer was clear.
And to avoid such fate, one must beco stronger. Thinking of this, Tang Zhong clenched his fists tightly. As the Fla Dragon Soldiers had said, the real crisis had indeed erged.
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