Things went on like this for a long time and Quinn was content and happy. What was there not to be happy about? He had all he wanted, all the food, all the women, and all the riches.He was an Emperor.And today, just like always, he sat on his throne to hear his ministers on how to better make the people of the world happy."I say, we should implement it already! Why should we allow some people to control such a vast amount of riches? With this policy, everyone will be equal! We'll all have the same money... except you, of course, Your Majesty." One of the ministers said.Quinn quite liked the idea and he nodded with a smile. "I see. Then what are we waiting for...""Your Majesty, we can't do that! What of the people that work harder than others to make their money? What of the people that spent their whole lives building up their wealth?"The monthly entitled payment is already enough for everyone! With that, nobody can blame the world for their poverty if they mismanaged it!"Quinn

"You really don't know what caused the war between Eboncrypt and Umbracrypt kingdom? Where have you been living all your life if you don't even know that much?"Quinn grimaced and resisted pointing out that she was nothing but an illusion memory of the Great Dungeon. But illusion or not, it was a fact that he could die and be hurt while in it.In fact, it did not seem like an illusion at all.It was night and the slaves had returned to their abode. It was a large pit where they were allowed to stay. And there must have been thousands of them, all trying to get close to each other to save warmth.Cold killed faster than supervisors or illnesses. And nobody really cared if they died.The slave that Quinn was talking to was surprisingly healthier than usual. Although she was still thin, her bones were not as obvious as the others. "I can't believe you survived inside that pod with a head like this!"Quinn was wondering if he should or should not kill her when he had the chance. It was su

Quinn did remember.She said somehow that added even more to her suspicions. Smiling Slave told Quinn he should give her half of his food and she would tell him how they could escape.Of course, Quinn did not believe her, but when night came around, he gave her a quarter of his food. And every night after that.Quinn gave her a curious look, but he didn't say anything, he just tilted his head to the side.She snorted. "You don't remember? So why do you think you have been giving me part of your food all this while? Ahahehehe! Well, I'll tell you. The deal was that I would tell you how we can escape from here."Tonight, we will carry out the plan. You're not the only one who'd be going too. The whole of Eboncrypt is in a celebration mood, they're going to let their guard down. So it's now or never."'...so it's tonight, eh. Finally, I'm getting bored out of my mind just washing bodies!..'She paused and looked at him, likely waiting for Quinn to say something, but he just stared at her

The slaves hadn't caught on and the woman who asked the first question smiled. "Of course we'll help you! We've been slaves for so long and you are the only one that tried to help us. What do you want us to do?"From his place in the front, Quinn watched silently, his mouth curled into a shadow of a smile. "... here we go..."Lady Slave gestured to the ritual drawing on the floor. "This door was created with no means to open it except for Lord of Eboncrypt himself. But we've come up with a plan of our own."You see, each and every one of you here are royalty in a way. Meaning, your blood carries dormant abilities. Some of you might even have been powerful before you got captured and sealed. But anyway, through a blood magic technique, we are going to use your blood to open the door..."Then she frowned and added as an afterthought. "And your life essence as well."What followed was a slight pause as the words settled into the minds of the slaves. Most of them had grown numb to pain an

Lady Slave gritted her teeth as her eyes flashed with anger. She took an unsteady, deep breath. "What are you? You are not a Magus! Who sent you here? Are you here to stop me?"Quinn frowned. "That's a lot of questions."He did not answer right away either; his hand went to his back and traced his scars while he kept his eyes on Lady Slave and her remaining stubbornness.His fingers pried into the scars until they started to bleed and tear through the first layer. Then, one by one, he began to remove the needles he had stored in his flesh.He breathed a sigh when he finished removing them. He raised the five needles. "This is truly a great discomfort for me. I'm glad to finally get it out."The needles had been put there over time as the only source of weapon that he had, and putting them in his flesh had been the simplest way to hide them from view.Lady Slave did not think much of it because she looked at him as if he were the one who was actually mad.Quinn coated the five needles