CHAPTER 130: GOD’S SLAVE

Leon could feel a thread connecting him to the man in front of him, a subtle but undeniable link of the soul. Every emotion the man felt—fear, curiosity, even the gnawing hunger—rippled through that connection like a signal.

He would still like to conduct some tests with the Slave Mark, but before that, he decided to give him some food. Now that this man was his slave, it didn’t matter what he had done in the past. He simply had to follow Leon’s commands and work for him—whether he liked it or not.

An empty bowl appeared in his hand from his inventory, and right afterward, in his left hand, the Spoon of Infinite Soup, which he used to fill the bowl.

He handed the bowl to his slave. He could see the shocked look on the man’s face, as he couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed.

But Leon didn’t care about it now. The man couldn’t even betray him due to the Slave Mark. And secondly, he was inside a dimensional space where time flowed 1,000 times faster. Leon believed this man might even die of old age before he had the chance to leave. Of course, when he allowed it.

Yet Leon didn’t see it as cruelty. In this world he was building, the slave had a chance to begin again—fed, sheltered, and given purpose, even if it came with chains.

He opened his status screen to check the man’s affinity, more out of curiosity than expectation.

[Water Affinity (Rank 3)]

It was a very low affinity. Other than that, he had nothing special to show—only common-ranked skills and one technique, which was also common-ranked.

His stats were low too.

Leon didn’t think he would ever need this man’s help in the outside world.

There was only one boy he had found in the whole slum whom he thought was worth nurturing because his affinities had given Leon a bit of a surprise when he had first visited the slums.

Other than him, almost no one had a Rank 5 affinity. There were a few with Rank 4, but most were Rank 3—and some even Rank 2.

Still, if given the chance, he wanted most of them to awaken their class. It would give him a stronger workforce, and even their lifespan would increase.

He still had a lot of things to do, like going on a shopping spree in the Cosmic Shop to build the foundation of his world inside the dimensional space.

There weren’t even trees here that they could cut to use as material to build houses. He would make those purchases today after looking through all the treasure he had looted and separating what he wanted to sell from what he wanted to keep.

I am truly building a world from scratch.

James grabbed the bowl of soup and quickly began devouring it, bringing his face close to the bowl.

The moment the broth touched his tongue, his eyes widened. It was rich, meaty, and spiced just right—like something from a world he never belonged to. The warmth spread through his chest like a fire being lit from the inside.

He hungrily munched on the soup with a blissful expression on his face.

After finishing the bowl completely, he reluctantly looked at the man whose slave he had become.

Leon sensed the hesitation through the connection. Without saying anything, he filled the bowl with soup again, making James bow his head lightly with a genuine smile.

While he was eating, Leon’s commanding voice sounded.

"This place is going to be your home, along with the other people you’ll meet soon. Your job is to work with them while ensuring there is order. People shouldn’t fight or kill each other. All of them are non-awakened."

James, eating his soup, listened to the instructions given to him by his new master.

It was a simple task he could easily do—handling non-awakened people and helping to build things here. While he might not have experience in anything outside of fighting, he was excited to try.

He wasn’t used to building anything—only tearing things down. But what choice did he have? Orders were orders. And this man wasn’t someone to test twice.

Also, through the binding in his soul, he felt he couldn’t disobey the command. He didn’t know what might happen if he tried, but he wasn’t stupid enough to test it.

More than fearing the unknown punishment, he feared the wrath of his master, who had killed others in his team like flies.

He had no personal attachment to the others, so their deaths didn’t affect him. Knowing he survived was enough.

And being an assassin, he had never tried to create a family. He was an orphan to begin with, so he had no other worries.

Leon continued—his voice became sharp.

"If you try to find loopholes and try anything, I will kill you without hesitation. So make sure you stay on your best behavior."

His voice made James shiver as he quickly answered his master, gulping the last bit of soup in one go.

"I will never do anything to upset you, my lord. I will follow all your orders."

Other than the soul-binding effect of the Slave Mark, James was genuinely terrified of this man. He wasn’t foolish enough to become his target again—even in his dreams.

Leon was satisfied with the answer. He nodded with a pleased look on his face.

He could see the beggar assassin was done eating, so with just a thought, he teleported both of them 50 kilometers away from here—where the rest of the people were.

"Look! Look! The Great Divine Being is here!"

Shouts rang out across the gathering as people turned toward Leon.

"It’s him again!"

"He’s back! The one who gave us food!"

An old man dropped his jaw, clenched in excitement. A child tugged on his mother’s sleeve, whispering, "Is that the god the church talked about, Mama?"

One woman fell to her knees, hands shaking. Another began weeping softly. "He really came back..."

The mood changed completely. Where there was fear, now there was awe. Where there was doubt, now there was hope.

All of them had expected the fact, after coming into this place, that the silver-white haired man was not a human but divine or a real god, which churches used to preach to them about once every month.

The church only gave them food once a month. For the rest of the time, they had to survive by stealing or begging—no other task, as most people saw them not as fellow humans, but as filthy burdens to be ignored or shunned.

James’s jaw dropped in disbelief. It wasn’t just that they had appeared out of nowhere before a crowd of beggars—people who looked just like him currently.

It was the names they were calling his master.

"Great Divine Being."

"God."

The entire chain of events since meeting his master replayed vividly in James’s mind, from the first moment to now.

Then came the realization—sudden and undeniable.

A flicker of fear, dread, and awe flashed in James’s eyes as he looked at his master, who now appeared far more imposing, almost divine.

Foolish me... I dared to offend a god. And yet, I lived.

But now I serve him.I am so lucky! Praise the lord!

And deep down, James couldn’t shake the feeling—this was only the beginning.