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The boy did as Hawkins had told, his mouth on the hem of his robe, and he crawled on all fours with his hips swaying as if a tail had grown out of it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Le Wen novel し

Hawkins was satisfied, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and muttered, "A good servant, I know he will." ”

Throwing the cane back to the female assistant, Hawkins turned to look at the other four potential people: "Ladies and gentlemen, as far as I know, you have the same stamp and number on your butt as his, and your potential is even far inferior to his. So since you are also the slaves of your master, and your rank is lower than his, then why do you stand here stupidly?"

The four potential people were huddled together, and their glasses had already flipped to the ground.

"Take off your clothes and crawl back into your kennels!" he said, "and if any of you can't wag his tail, I'll give him guidance now." ”

The girl with combat potential jumped to her feet, stripped off her robe three times and divided by two, and fell to her knees on the ground. She climbed fast, her ass shrugged - she had been a tobacco merchant's little slave before she was sold to the ship, and she had been trained well - with her as an example. The remaining three followed.

"Install chips for them tonight!" Hawkins instructed his female assistant, "The soul strikes given to them by their master will be doubled according to their level, strength, and time, so that they can fully appreciate the majesty of their master." ”

"Yes, Mr. Hawkins. The female assistant replied.

The central hall was as silent as death, and all the slave children seemed to be captured by their souls, silently moving their eyes slowly and slowly following the crawling of the potential. Hawkins picked up the gleaming metal hammer and struck it twice on the bell on the lecture table. The crisp sound of the bell awakens the slave children from their fright. Their eyes turned from the potential to Hawkins.

"Little angels, I know what is on your mind. "You must be thinking in your hearts, since you are also a slave, what does it matter if you go up or down, and what does it matter to be a dog, and to go through all the hardships and tribulations to be a dog." Why don't you just be a livestock slave!"

He walked up and down the rostrum, contemplating and speaking like a scholar, and his tone was unusually gentle: "But I want to give you a piece of advice, lovely little angels, you better try your best to overcome all difficulties and try to make yourself positive, and you better not choose to go down easily." ”

You should realize that from the moment you are sold into this boat, you have no choice in the way of your future life. There is only one path left in front of you, so do everything in your power to prove that you are a person with potential, that you are a useful person for your master. Hawkins walked down the podium with a metal hammer, past each of the little slaves in the front row, and finally stopped at the queue on the left side of the podium that had been judged to be unpromising children, "because, if you can't do it, you're going to be like this-"

A white-skinned girl was grabbed by Hawkins by the neck and grabbed to the front of the queue, and the hammer fell down, and the metal hammer "banged" on the top of the girl's head. The girl's celestial spirit cover shattered, and blood and brains stained her beautiful blonde hair. Hawkins let go of his hand, and the girl fell to the ground, and she swallowed on the spot.

Then the second boy was lifted up by Hawkins and placed on the flagpole and sat down with him. "Slap" is like a pat on bolognese, and the sharp head of the flagpole pokes into the boy's rectum and pierces through his mouth. The boy was not dead, his eyes widened and his throat made a soft sound of "ho" and "ho", but he couldn't make a sound.

The third was a girl, whose soft body Hawkins had clumped into a ball and tied it up with strips of cloth torn from the girl's robe. Then he dragged the fourth boy and lifted him upside down so that his head was down. He grabbed the boy's ankle with both hands as if he were swinging a club and hit the girl with his head. The girl was knocked into the transparent bulkhead and flew all the way out of the recess embedded in the outer part of the spacecraft's probe - a good ball!

Immediately afterwards, the boy who was used as a cue was also thrown out of outer space. A violent cold wind blew in through the holes in the bulkheads, like a layer of ice frozen on a person's body.

Hawkins walked like a tyrant among these little slaves who had no potential, and his tone was as flat as drinking boiled water: "If you can't do it, you'll become this, this, this, this, and at best, just like this—"

He casually waved an energy field to block the cosmic wind blowing in from the hole, turned around and grabbed a girl and threw it on the table, the energy was like a blade, straight up and down, her robe split in two along the central axis of her body.

The girl is over ten years old, and her body has begun to develop, and her whole body shines with a beautiful brilliance that is unique to an adolescent girl. Seguins grabbed the crystal goblet and stuffed it into the girl's body, then slammed his fist into it. The crystal cup was smashed into the girl's body, and she screamed.

The cries of the rest of the slave children were choked in their throats, and they could not even scream in horror at the sight before them. The air reverberated with a cruel temperament that made people sweat coldly. This cruel temperament is embodied in the cold universe blocked by an energy field outside the hole, in the corpses of boys and girls who are floating outside the cabin, stuck in the grooves, and covered with a thick layer of frost, in the flagpole through the body but still have no breath, in the girls who are ravaged and crying, and in the bodies of the current potentials and the faces of the potentials of the past.

Hawkins, the potential of the past, the capable of the present, what he said was even more cruel than the universe outside-

"Slaves were never people. You who are born slaves, both physically and mentally, belong to your masters, and you are the property, dignity, honor, and hope that your masters can do with whatever they want...... All these things that belong to humanity have never been about you. It's only because the master needs a loyal and tame superpowered servant that now you have the opportunity to work hard to be a human being. This opportunity is entirely given to you by a merciful Master. ”

"Look at these little guys," Hawkins swiped his finger over the kids who were judged to have no potential, "before today, they were exactly like you. But after today, their fate will fall into the abyss, the opposite of yours. As soon as the ship stops tomorrow, they will be taken by the slave traders and sold to the slave market. Not as child slaves like you, oh yes, the slave market has a special name for little ones like them, called little ass. Meaning that they are useless for anything except a small ass. As he said this, Hawkins casually raised his palm and slapped the boy's buttocks, leaving a slap mark that was red and almost dripping blood.

"The little butts sell them for 5 yuan a piece in the slave farm, and their future fate is either bought by all kinds of buyers who have a preference for the little buttocks, or they are sold into ranches in batches, concocted into all kinds of slaves, and sold to buyers of a more colorful kind. Anyone who can afford five to ten yuan can call them as he wants, and he can dispose of them as he wants, and no one can say a word more. ”

"Think about it, little angels, each of you is worth at least a thousand yuan, you are well fed and clothed, and there will be at least one whole planet of people in the future that you serve, and the money spent on you exceeds your worth tens of thousands of times. And all you need is loyalty and tame to your master alone. And these little butts are only worth five yuan, hungry and cold, and the beasts seem to be tossing and turning on the auction table to live rather than die. What is it about your fates that makes such a difference?"

"Because they have been proven to have no potential to break through superpowers, and you have not proven it. ”

"Breaking through to superpowers, that's all you have to be able to exist as human beings. Slaves who cannot awaken superpowers are not even qualified to be humiliated and domesticated. For only man can be humiliated and tamed, and a slave is not a man. ”

Hawkins clapped his hands, returned to the rostrum, and looked around the entire hall at the slave children: "So, I sincerely hope that, little angels, you can all be inspired by the God of the universe to be its glorious elect. Even if it's just for your own sake, you should want to be a potential person. Instead of being reduced to a little ass like that. This is the only opportunity that the God of the Universe has given you through the hand of your master to change your destiny. ”

Speaking of this, Hawkins suddenly smiled. He said in a relaxed tone, "If one of you can one day be favored and favored by the God of the universe and grow into a high-level superpower, then your fate will change dramatically once more - believe me, this change is beyond your imagination." You will have your own name instead of a number, and your honorific title will fall after your name. Wealth, fame, power, respect, all of this that would be blasphemous at your glance will roll in, and you will be able to compensate for the toil and suffering you have paid for him today, and you may even become a nobleman.

"You can get a lot of superpower slaves like this and countless freewheeling slaves like this. He pointed to the little potentials who had climbed to the door, then to the dying boy on the flagpole, and to the girl sobbing on the table, and paused,

"Of course, that can include me. ”

"Alright, little angels, it's getting late, it's time for you to go to supper. Have a good night's sleep and have a good night's sleep. The ship will land early tomorrow morning. The commander and trainer of the new training camp will come to pick you up, and your fate will be in their hands. ”

"As for you—" Hawkins glanced at the forty-odd Eliminators on the left side of the podium, huddled like frightened quails, "it's a waste to feed you!"

"Open the energy cage, let them be locked up here tonight, and hand them over to the Shinsengumi guys tomorrow!" he instructed the female assistant, and then left the central hall.

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