Eros read the V-fifty-six report on his wristwatch. Cas' information was not as reliable as his sources. Well, being one of the top 50 richest people on Earth, he could access any information.
[Code name: V 56
Name: Veronica
Age : 44
Height : 5'7
Breed: Mutant
M2OR (M2 magic official rank) : 3976
Background: Veronica is an orphan who lost her parents and was adopted by Red Hunter. They raised her and made her the finest mercenary on the Zaos continent.
She is resistant to poison and radiation and has incredible strength. Currently, she is searching for the Red Hunter members for her vengeance. She had been part of some homicide and included in a notorious gang.
Like: chocolate, alcohol, and pretty clothes
Dislike : Anything that makes her angry.]
Because of M2 magic, mutants age slower than humans. An average mutant's lifespan is 120. In that case, Veronica seemed to be in her early twenties.
He stopped reading midway when the manager of Cas appeared in front of him.
He scanned the man, who had four arms, a square face, and brown skin tone. After the meteor hit, the mutant's body also changed drastically.
"What da you need? "
The manager answered in a firm voice, "Sir, you haven't paid yet. We request you to go to the transaction counter and complete the process. "
Eros shut off his wrist watch. His gaze went down to the slaves, where one was missing. "I am paying for a dozen slaves, and here it is eleven. So are you trying to scam me?"
The manager observed slaves and immediately found who was missing.
"V- V Fiftysiix!!" He gritted his teeth in irritation and was mad at the woman's antics. The girl never learned from her mistake.
She had earlier killed a relative of her master. Instead of hiding, she returned to Cas with her arrogant smile. However, Cas dismissed the matter, as they benefited greatly from her.
"My Lord, Eros! I apologise for V-Fiftysix's misbehaviour. Give me five minutes, and I'll bring the wh*re to your feet," He insisted.
"This remote control isn't working. Bring me a new collar and remote." Eros interupted.
The manager was bewildered by the odd request. The collar had been replaced with the latest model two months ago.
"I beg your pardon, sir. How about trying another slave? We recently updated all collars," the manager suggested, maintaining his professional smile.
Eros pressed a random button on the remote control. The girl on the left suddenly screamed in pain
"Ahhh! Stop it," she gasped, her lips turning almost black with agony. "I beeg yooou... It hurts."
The manager watched as the young girl jumped, screamed, and then collapsed to the ground. Saliva dripped from her mouth, her eyes were bloodshot.
Ignoring the scene, the manager explained in a serious tone: "Sir, the latest model causes a sensation like a thousand needles piercing the body. It's advised to use it for only thirty seconds."
"What happens if it's used for more than 30 seconds?" Eros asked calmly.
The manager's face darkened, his stomach churning at the thought. "... She will die."
Eros nodded in understanding. "I'm giving you ten minutes to bring the girl," he declared, then walked towards the lounge area, indifferent to the suffering of the slave.
The girl whimpered, but everyone remained helpless. Once a slave was sold, their master bore full responsibility—whether they showed affection or inflicted or physical abuse.
Her fellow slaves also turned a blind eye.
"You all, drink some water before going with your new master," the manager coldly ordered as he walked past the pitiful girl.
Meanwhile, V-Fifty Six stopped in the front lounge area. The Cas castle had many rooms for entertaining VIP guests. The atmosphere here was pristine, devoid of the stench of urine or the echoes of agony, filled with numerous amenities. The interior was bright and vibrant, exuding optimism.
In the lounge, two guests were chatting.
Disguised as a waitress, Veronika adjusted her top. At Cas, every staff member was required to wear a bunny costume, regardless of gender. Her bright red top revealed her bosom, while the stockings did little to hide her hairy legs. Her turquoise eyes contrasted with her black wig.
"Why do those perverted men like these outfits? They're so tight!" she complained, unable to comprehend men's tastes.
Sneakily, Veronika entered the lounge with a food tray in hand. She was intrigued by the design, maintaining a lucid expression.
"Sir, your drinks," she said, serving the VIP guests and putting the tray on the table.
The VIPs paid no attention to her.
"Lady Agatha, I'm a big fan of yours. Your contributions to mutants and their rights were remarkable. Despite rescuing so many children, sadly, most of them didn't survive," she flattered, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.
The elderly woman glanced up from her conversation. "Thank you for your support, child. Now leave!"
Veronica chuckled coldly at the comment. The woman who had ruined thousands of children's lives was still alive—it baffled her.
"Child... You haven't changed much," Fifty-Six said coldly, glaring with veins bulging in anger. "But this time, you'll have to pay."
Swiftly, she withdrew a dagger hidden in her thigh and slit the person sitting beside her. The strike was so precise and swift, leaving him no chance for last words before departing from this world.
"You are next! "
Grandma's eyes turned red when she saw it. Some blood splattered across her face. Being a clean freak, she was disgusted by it.
"You!"
V fifty six offered an evil smirk. She took a stance and was ready to butcher her.