POV Zero
As I walked out of the room, I could see the looks of fear that each of them had, and I just smiled as I gathered all those negative emotions to strengthen myself.
This was also another reason why I had so many slaves, and I liked to torture them so much.
Those negative emotions.
That was the source of my strength, which was I needed to gather as many negative emotions as possible. This was probably the most efficient strategy that I had found, and it also helped that I liked it a lot. I could order them to do anything I wanted.
They were literally my slave. Anything I said, they would do. It was a nice change of pace compared to when I had been living with my father, suffering every single day as I was compared to my brothers. After all, I wasn't the strongest nor the most talented. Actually, I was the weakest out of all of them.
