"What a beautiful girl."
The moment Sylas saw Gina, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
Gina was around twenty-five or twenty-six years old and very beautiful. Although she looked somewhat disheveled, it didn't detract from her beauty.
The instant Sylas saw Gina, he became interested in her.
It wasn't because Gina was beautiful, but because the system favored top-quality slaves, and they were always beautiful women.
Sylas controlled the iron gate and flew directly toward her.
As Sylas approached, the system prompt appeared.
"Top-quality slave candidate detected: Gina, score: 94 points."
Sylas was delighted. Sure enough, another top-quality slave candidate.
"Come up," Sylas said to Gina.
"Wait, I have a sister," Gina said anxiously.
She then hurriedly tried to carry her sister out.
But she was too weak, having been hungry for several days, and had no strength left to carry her sister.
Sylas glanced inside the house and saw Monica lying on the bed.
"Top-quality slave candidate detected: Monica, score: 96 points."
Sylas was astonished. He didn't expect another top-quality slave candidate; both sisters were top-quality candidates.
The genetics of this family were indeed exceptional.
Sylas used a strand of psychic power to lift Monica directly out.
Monica was unconscious, and Sylas reached out and cradled her in his arms.
Sylas said to Gina, "Hurry up."
Gina didn't dare delay and quickly climbed up.
Once Gina was up, Sylas didn't take any more people and headed straight back to the villa area with them.
However, as he left, Sylas told the remaining people to stay calm and that he would return.
The iron gate, along with seven or eight people, was indeed heavy.
Using psychic power to carry so many people at once slowed Sylas down.
So, the pace was relatively slow.
Besides, given the current situation, if Sylas sped up, the people sitting above would likely fall off.
Fortunately, the villa area wasn't far, and after a dozen minutes, they finally arrived.
Sylas lowered his altitude and set the iron gate on the ground.
"Everyone, get down," Sylas said to the group.
The survivors on the iron gate immediately got off.
"Follow me," Sylas said to Gina.
He then walked towards his villa with Monica in his arms.
As for the ordinary survivors, Tilda would naturally take care of them.
Since the base still had few people, there were no dedicated managers, and Tilda was handling management tasks herself.
Seeing Sylas leave, Gina quickly followed.
"Master, what happened?"
Clarissa asked in surprise, seeing Sylas return with a sick woman in his arms.
Gina was stunned to hear Clarissa refer to Sylas as "Master."
She had already recognized the woman in front of her as the famous star Clarissa. Gina never expected Clarissa to call the man in front of her "Master."
"I found a suitable pair of candidates, so I brought them back," Sylas said.
"This is Gina, and this is Monica."
"But Monica is sick and needs medication."
Sylas turned to Gina and said seriously, "Gina, do you want to save your sister?"
"Yes, I do," Gina quickly nodded.
Sylas said seriously, "There's no such thing as a free lunch. If you want to save your sister, you need to pay a price."
"You don't have anything else of value. The only valuable thing you have is yourself. If you want me to save your sister, you must sacrifice yourself."
Gina wasn't too surprised by these words. She knew she was beautiful and understood how men thought.
Sylas making such a demand was something she had anticipated.
Gina calmly said, "I agree. As long as you can save my sister, I will do anything you ask."
"Alright then, let me ask you, are you willing to be my slave? If you agree, I will save your sister."
Gina was taken aback. She hadn't expected to become Sylas's slave.
But at this moment, she had no choice.
However, the condition was truly disgusting.
Gina, swallowing her grievances, stubbornly said, "Be your slave? Fine, I agree."
Yet Sylas received no feedback from the system, which meant Gina wasn't agreeing willingly.
Unless she agreed willingly, she wouldn't be considered Sylas's slave.
"No, it won't work if you're unwilling," Sylas said, shaking his head.
"What do you mean? Didn't I already agree?" Gina felt utterly confused.
She had agreed, so why wasn't it enough?
Sylas sighed, feeling more helpless. The system required not just verbal agreement but genuine willingness from the heart.
Clarissa then spoke up, "Sister Gina, all of us here are Master's slaves."
"Our relationship with Master is actually a contractual one."
"We acknowledge ourselves as Master's slaves mentally, and in return, Master protects us."
"If you merely say it without believing it in your heart, the contract won't form."
"Here, there's only one man, our Master, and becoming his slave is actually a good thing for us."
"If you want to save your sister, if you want to live a better life, if you want Master's protection,"
"Then becoming Master's slave is your only and best choice."
"I see," Gina said softly, finally understanding why Sylas was doing this.
She had initially thought Sylas wanting her to be a slave was just some role-playing game, and she had naturally felt disdain in her heart.
But now, hearing Clarissa's explanation, she realized there must be deeper secrets she wasn't aware of.
She didn't care what the secret was; as long as she could save her sister, she would agree to anything.
With this thought, she silently decided in her heart to become Sylas's slave.
This action instantly aligned with the system's rules.
Sylas had gained another top-quality slave.
"Congratulations, host, for successfully acquiring a top-quality slave. You are rewarded with an ability modification."
"Ability modification? What kind of ability is this?"
Sylas was puzzled by the name of the new ability he had acquired.
Judging by the name alone, it was unclear what use this ability had.
Sylas opened the system interface to check out this ability.
After reading the description, Sylas was astonished.
The ability modification did not have combat capabilities; it was a life attribute ability, or one could say, an auxiliary ability.
This modification ability allowed Sylas to transform objects according to his wishes.
For example, Sylas could use this ability to transform a kitchen knife into a ceremonial sword.
The effectiveness of this modification ability depended on Sylas's own power and skill level.
If Sylas's power was strong enough, he could even transform a bus into a fighter jet.
This demonstrated the formidable nature of the modification ability.
After the apocalypse, human production capabilities had almost ceased.
It was nearly impossible to produce new items anymore.
For example, the weapons and armor Sylas needed were simply unattainable.
But now, with the modification ability, Sylas could create anything he needed.
As long as he had enough materials, he could modify as many weapons as he needed.
Incredible, this ability was truly remarkable.
This was exactly the kind of ability Sylas needed.
His heart was ablaze with excitement.
He couldn't wait to test out this ability.
"Let's start with solid wood furniture!"
Sylas had this thought in his mind and immediately grabbed a solid wood chair beside him.
The modification ability activated!
Once the ability was triggered, a strange power emanated from Sylas's hand and spread into the wooden chair.
The entire structure of the wooden chair was then scanned and presented in Sylas's mind.
It was Sylas's first time seeing the structure of a wooden chair like this.
"Let's give this wooden chair a new form."
The modification ability couldn't change the structure of the raw materials but could alter their shape at will.
The wooden chair in Sylas's hand softened and transformed, changing from a chair into a solid wooden shield, one meter long and half a meter wide.
The shield had handles on the back, making it easy for the user to hold.
This wooden shield was sturdy enough to withstand attacks from ordinary zombies.
Although Sylas himself had no use for such a wooden shield, it would be very suitable for his female warriors.
"Wow, how did the chair turn into a wooden shield?"
"Master, how did you do that?"
Hayden and the others couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Master, is this a new ability?" Clarissa asked softly, evidently having guessed that Sylas had acquired this ability from Gina.
"Yes, this ability is called modification. It's an auxiliary ability, and while it doesn't have combat capabilities, its support effects are excellent."
"Especially when we need to build a real base in the future, this ability will become even more important."
The modification ability could transform any raw material.
Wood, plastic, steel, rock.
Sylas even wondered if, as this ability continued to level up and he grew stronger, he might one day be able to use it to modify the very planet he stood on.
Of course, this was just a fantasy.
Only a god could achieve something like that.
The days ahead are long, and Sylas decided not to continue testing the modification ability for now, as there was still a sick patient waiting for treatment.
At this moment, Sylas realized that his team lacked medical personnel.
At the very least, they needed a few doctors.
Otherwise, if someone fell ill, what would they do?
Just like now, Monica was sick, but they didn't know how to treat her.
"Do you know what illness your sister has? What medication does she need?" Sylas asked.
"I... I don't know. She's running a fever. Could it be a fever caused by a cold?" Gina said uncertainly.
"Let's use some fever-reducing medicine first. I'll go out and find a doctor to take a look at her," Sylas said.
Sylas was quite concerned about Monica's treatment.
After all, Monica was also a top-quality slave candidate.
Naturally, Sylas didn't want anything to happen to her. He needed to save her first and complete the slave certification.
After giving some instructions, Sylas quickly went out to find a doctor.
He wasn't sure if he could still find one.
Sylas pulled out a skateboard, stood on it, and used his telekinesis to lift it into the air.
With a swish, Sylas flew out of the neighborhood.
He headed directly towards the nearest hospital.
If there was any place likely to have a doctor, it would be the hospital.
He hoped there were still doctors alive in the hospital.
The nearest hospital wasn't far, and with Sylas flying, the speed was even faster.
In just seven or eight minutes, a small hospital appeared in front of Sylas.
As Sylas arrived above the hospital, a woman's scream came from inside the building.