Chapter 927: 446: Blessed by the Truth!_3

Chapter 927: Chapter 446: Blessed by the Truth!_3

“Newbie, asking me these questions usually comes with a price, but considering our big deal, I can chat with you for free—”

“It’s alright, every day it’s fight and kill, but as long as you complete one major task and two minor tasks per week, you’ll survive.”

“Is there overtime?” Shen Ye asked.

“What do you mean by overtime?” Schumann replied.

“That’s when you’ve already finished the tasks, but you still have to stay at work and keep working.” Shen Ye explained.

“What’s the point of that?” Schumann didn’t understand.

“Well, overtime could also mean that you need to finish the work for the upcoming period today, to make time for other things later on.” Shen Ye added.

“We could die at any moment, why worry about tomorrow’s business?” Schumann frowned.

“So no overtime?”

“None.”

Shen Ye simply gave up on this topic and continued, “How about the usual treatment?”

“You mean the rewards?”

“Yes.”

“Completing the weekly tasks lets you enjoy basic living supplies and space.”

“What if you do more?”

Schumann looked at him with confusion and asked, “Why go beyond? Are you rushing about even as a slave?”

“Does doing more tasks earn higher rewards?” Shen Ye asked.

“Nobody does that—if you did, it would surely draw the attention of the White Night creatures; they would think you’re up to no good.”

“Would they give you trouble?”

“No, they’d just eat you.”

“I see… So what do you guys usually do after completing your tasks each week?”

“I like to capture some human girls to drink their blood, of course, and my piano skills are also constantly improving; you should come to my next concert.”

“Okay, but is that all you do in your free time?”

“What else? We’re slaves, we don’t have luxuries to enjoy, you need to get used to that.”

“Then what time do you usually sleep?”

“Nine in the morning—I sleep until midnight, then get up to eat something, check the task list, and if there’s something suitable, I’ll do it, if not, I’ll find a vampire lady to discuss philosophy with.”

“There’s no punching the clock here?”

“Only tasks—once you finish them, nobody cares what you do.” Schumann said, swaying his wine glass.

“You seem to have adapted well.” Shen Ye said.

“Of course, back then I was always conquering planets, raising millions of Blood Slaves, busy plotting and stealing treasures, but since arriving here, to be honest, my life has become much more regular, and my mindset has improved a lot too, everything is fulfilling.” Schumann said.

Shen Ye was silent for a moment.

Can being a slave be like this?

Isn’t this much better than being cattle, chickens, and ducks?

Stop!

Now’s not the time to think about this.

Unbeknownst, Schumann kept on talking:

“Here’s a piece of advice—for those major tasks, sometimes you’ll encounter guys you can’t beat. At times like that, don’t worry about face, calling reinforcements is the right thing to do.”

“You can call for reinforcements?” Shen Ye asked.

“Yes, we have not only reinforcement troops but also medical officers, injury subsidies, psychological therapists, and a series of allowances.”

“Aren’t you guys slaves?”

“But the system is well established.”

“…”

“That female vampire is a psychological therapist, damn, it took quite some effort to hook up with her, but she’s truly beautiful at night—”

“Who asked you?” Shen Ye interrupted him.

“Huh?”

“I mean, who cares? Let me tell you, no one asked you these things.”

“Haha, you’re jealous.”

“Not at all.”

“Is your life actually worse than a slave’s?”

Shen Ye’s eyes sharpened.

So, you want to hurt each other, huh.

He laughed gently and asked, “I wonder if there are any punishment measures here, like for those who can’t complete tasks, don’t follow discipline, make trouble everywhere, and end up being dealt with?”

“Solitary confinement, or else they kill you.” Schumann said.

“How do they handle solitary confinement?”

“Just lock you up. The room is very small, you can’t go out, no one talks to you, there’s nothing.”

“What about phones?”

“Communications devices? Of course not allowed.”

“I would suggest that there still should be WIFI in the Solitary Confinement Room, but the signal would be intermittent, and when it is available it’s horribly slow.”

“…You devil, don’t you dare make that suggestion.”

“What do you care!”

Suddenly feeling something, Shen Ye looked down.

He saw the curve on his palm suddenly turn from gray to black, then quickly to white, and finally into a blazing gold light.

The gold light continued, no longer changing.

—A golden Fate line!

Now is the moment!

“Why do you keep looking at your palm?”

Schumann curiously asked.

—He couldn’t see the curve on Shen Ye’s palm.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking about something—alright, let’s complete the trade now.”

Shen Ye placed the Card on the table.

Schumann in turn placed the longsword on the table as well.

The two exchanged.

Shen Ye glanced at the longsword.

No problem.

Schumann finally decided to trade with a genuine and valuable sword!

He released his hand from the Card, and held onto the longsword.

Schumann also let go of the longsword and picked up the Card.

—The trade was completed.

Schumann looked over the Card, suddenly smiling:

“I still don’t know your name.”

“Peiqi, Baxter Paige.” Shen Ye said.

“Baxter, thanks for this card, I’m going to join the White Night Demon Cage—once I become a White Night Demon, my strength will definitely soar, and my status will be completely different from you slaves.”

He stood up, suddenly erupting into a mocking laughter, shaking back and forth:

“When that time comes, I’ll come back for this powerful and noble longsword!”