The Slave Organization's headquarters, named "The Top!", was operating as usual. Slaves carried out the tasks they were supposed to do, even if they didn't want to.
The Officers, assigned to keep an eye on them, were resting somewhere—too lazy to look after "pests."
Even the security unit stationed at the main gate was just lazing around. Some played cards, while others simply slept in their chairs.
In a small building beside the main metal gate, screams filled with agony could be heard. However, no one seemed surprised. Why would they be? This was just a normal occurrence here at the headquarters.
Nobody came here to the desolate lands, not even Spiritual Creatures, so the guards were not the least bit worried. Unfortunately, they couldn't leave their posts unless they wanted to face punishment.
A young man with a muscular build, standing easily at a height of seven feet, sat atop the metal gate, looking around.
