Chapter 41: Slave Contract
Mcgee did not have the desire or interest to save everyone. In this world, it was not easy to survive, let alone caring about others.
“Sister Irene, since you have chosen to walk the path of building a utopia, you should bear this responsibility yourself. You can exchange any materials you have for survival materials. No one has any obligation to solve your problems for you.”
Mcgee’s words were unambiguous, expressing his own thoughts with precision.
Trading is fine. If you want to wipe your ass for you, you would be dreaming. Mcgee thought to himself.
Sister Irene did not reply for a long ti. It was as if Mcgee’s words had shut her down.
After a long ti, there was a ssage.
“System notification: Irene Sandell has sent you a trade application. Please accept it in ti!”
Mcgee took a look at the details of the trade.
“Trade item: slave contract x 1, exchange item: sweet potato x 60, water x 60.”
PS: I’m sorry, Mr. Mcgee, I was too presumptuous.
“She actually lowered the exchange requirent?”
Mcgee was a little surprised, then nodded. “That’s good. She’s not hopeless.”
Utopia was too beautiful for this world. However, if Irene could wake up in ti and beco self-sufficient through her team’s strength, it was not impossible to build a town and start her own society as long as she could survive the subsequent disasters.
Sixty sweet potatoes and clean water were nothing to Mcgee, and these materials could be exchanged for a slave contract to punish the cunning thief in front of him. Why not?
So he agreed to the deal.
Imdiately, the slave contract magically appeared in his hands.
Omori lay on the ground breathlessly, maintaining a posture of submission to Mcgee.
“I’m not a cruel person, but I’m also not a rciful person.”
Mcgee snorted coldly and imdiately used the slave contract on Omori. “If you resist, you’ll die. If you submit, you’ll live. The choice is in your hands.”
Omori suddenly heard the system’s notification.
“Mcgee used the slave contract on you. Do you agree?”
To be a slave…
He was in an endless dilemma and began to weigh the pros and cons.
If he were a thief, he would be caught sooner or later. Once he t soone like Lucas, he would probably be smashed into pieces by his fist and die on the spot. Would it be better to live as a slave for Mcgee?
Was he not stealing to survive?
Now that he had a better choice than stealing, as long as he perford well, he would be able to live comfortably with a big shot like Mcgee. Thus, he would have a great chance of surviving this world.
Moreover, from his character, he was definitely not the kind of evil master who would exploit others.
He would only be restricted in his freedom of life…
He would have to listen to a master in the future…
Forget it!
He will take it like acknowledging his own father. Of course, there was nothing wrong with listening to a father’s word!
Omori clenched his teeth and made his decision. He extended his trembling hand and made a handprint on the slave contract.
“Omori has accepted your contract request and beco your slave. Therefore, him betraying or attacking any creature allied to you will automatically result .”
After a notification sound, Mcgee found that he could already see Omori’s personal attributes. At the sa ti, he could also move the items he owned at any ti.
Without saying anything else, he took his reward from the leaderboard.
[Swift Cane]: Increases movent speed by 50%.
This was a good item for chasing and escaping. Now, it was also used by him along with the slave contract.
“Little Spirit Fox, life force.”
Mcgee’s hand pressed on the Little Spirit Fox’s head.
The Little Spirit Fox stopped growling and looked at Omori with disdain.
“If it weren’t for master’s orders, I really wouldn’t have wanted to save you.”
Omori naturally did not understand what it was saying.
He only saw the Little Spirit Fox’s body emit a gentle light that enveloped him.
Imdiately after, the wounds on his body felt numb, as if they were rapidly healing. The pain gradually subsided.
After a short while, this feeling disappeared. Omori examined his arm and found that the wounds had already ford scabs. With a light touch, they fell off, revealing the new white flesh inside.
“My subordinates won’t keep useless people.”
Mcgee pointed at the distant Rift Valley and snorted. “Your mission today is to mine for ore. Your target is fifteen copper ores. If you lose one, you’ll lose ten percent of your food supply. If you don’t have one, you don’t have to co back.”
“15…”
“What? Is there a problem?” Mcgee glared at him. The best way to rule over slaves was to build up their power and leave an indelible mark of fear in their hearts.
“I can try…” Omori’s face turned pale. “But, Lord Mcgee, I don’t have any tools…”
“Of course, I will provide you with them.”
Mcgee nodded slightly and then searched through the trading hall. Nowadays, there were already many basic tools being sold in the trading hall. They were all created and sold by so lucky people who had obtained the tool-making blueprint to exchange for more survival materials.
At this stage, the best pickaxe for sale was only a black iron level pickaxe. Different people needed different materials. So needed food supplies, so needed materials for evolving their beasts, and so needed basic building materials.
The price was not particularly uniform. Instead, it was equivalent to each taking what they needed.
Mcgee picked a relatively cheap person and started the trade. He traded eight pieces of at for this black iron pickaxe that had a durability of 100.
After receiving the tools, Omori rushed to the Rift Valley without saying a word.
It was still early. While he still had physical strength, he quickly mined the ore to exchange for food.
If he were to starve and freeze, he might not survive the next day.
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