37 The Pitiful Servant and Slave (1/2)

”AH! ARG! AH STOP! PLEASE! AH!” Tragic sounds continued to resound outside the Mark Master department. Wailing, screaming, and grunting; all of these sounds were like slaps that hit everyone in the crowd. They could only watch as the person was tortured, however they couldn't do anything about it.

”A-Arnin, don't you think that's enough? He might die if you continue to beat him more.” Xillar couldn't help but step forward once again. He felt bad that he couldn't do anything to stop the sight in front of him. If he attacked Arnin, then Torne would be tortured in a different way. His hands were tied.

”He won't die unless I want him to. Kurse, watch carefully. This is what happens to my servants, or anyone for that matter that disobeys me.” Arnin then continued to beat the bruised and bleeding Torne. Kurse watched with fear as he regretted ever making a bet with Arnin.

'If I knew you were like this, I wouldn't have dared to even breathe in front of you, let alone make a bet.' Kurse couldn't help but sigh bitterly at his own hapless life. What made it worse was that there was no time limit for the bet. At one point, he thought that he could get rid of the mark as soon as he wanted since there was never a time limit, however it wouldn't leave. The only way to break the contract was if Arnin allowed him to leave.

Half an hour passed and Torne was now unrecognizable. His face was completely swollen and blood leaked from his nose and mouth. His arms were covered in deep, black bruises that also secreted blood. Snot and mucous surrounded his swollen lips and even covered his shredded clothes. The sight was unbearable. The crowd looked at Arnin in horror and took a step back away from him.

”Get up! I have work to do and don't have time for your laziness.” Arnin glared at the exhausted and pitiful Torne. He didn't show any concern for Torne, only annoyance.

”Arnin, he isn't doing well. Maybe we should take him to a physician first.” Xillar quickly spoke up. He had to speak in a different manner since the issue was now technically between a master and slave. Although both of them were students, he couldn't do anything to Arnin because of his mysterious backer, and he also couldn't help Torne since Arnin could just torture him through the mark. He was at a complete disadvantage and couldn't do anything about it.

”This is none of your business. As my slave, I can do whatever I like with him. This does not concern you. Hey! What did I say? Get up!” Arnin calmly looked at Xillar before lashing out on Torne. The pitiful fella could barely move his arms and legs before receiving another small beating. Everyone watched with seriousness.

'Isn't this kid going to far? Senior might die because of this' Someone in the crowd couldn't help but think about this.

'This is no five year old. He is a monster, a demon!' The people in the crowd began to have their own thoughts about Arnin. They shivered at the sight.

Torne wailed under Arnin's new beatings. ”I a-a-am g-g-get-t-ting u-up, p-ple-ease s-sto-p-p.” Torne was barely able to make out hid sentence with his face all swollen up.

”Hurry up! I don't have time to waste on you.” Arnin snorted before walking away from Torne.

”Master, wait!” Just as Arnin was about to leave completely, Kurse remembered the issue around the black sphere.

Arnin turned around and asked in annoyance. ”What is it?”

”Umm, this black sphere identifies you as a Mark Master. You have to add a drop of your blood to finalize the whole procedure.” Kurse had shaky hands as he handed Arnin the black sphere.

Arnin looked at the sphere before dropping a small amount of blood on it. The black sphere then began to shine with a red hue before dimming once more.

”How do I use this thing?” Arnin didn't understand the use behind the object, so he looked up and questioned Kurse.

”Teacher Xillar, would you mind explaining?” Kurse didn't know the details about the sphere so he could only hand the job over to Xillar. The teacher nodded and walked over with wrinkled eyebrows. He was still thinking about Torne's condition and how helpless he was regarding the whole situation.

”To access the sphere, you just need to insert a small orb thread into the core. Then the information will be shown in your mind.” Arnin nodded his head and did just that.

[Arnin Foro - Age: 5 - Mark Master: Pink - Race: (D) Human]

Arnin looked at the information and nodded his head. Although his Mark Master level was not considered high, it was much better than almost everyone his age.

Arnin put the sphere into his robe and began to walk away. ”Kurse, go and grab me some of those empty stones. Then, meet me back in my house and bring the slave along with you.” Arnin didn't turn around but gave his command.

”Y-yes.” Kurse felt defeated. He couldn't do anything else anymore. His goal of becoming something or someone great was in the hands of Arnin.

Xillar watched the scene and sighed in his heart. 'These kids have really fallen into a pit. Maybe the principal could do something about this, but with that person protecting him from behind the scenes, even he can't do much.' Xillar shook his head and vanished into thin air.

Kurse quickly ran into the Mark Master department and took some of the empty stones. He then rushed out and helped Torne towards the residential area.

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Before going to his own house, Arnin decided to head to the two girls' house. He needed to make sure that no one was going to try and duel for the house. If there was someone there, then he needed to go and teach those people a lesson.

Arriving at the small house, Arnin walked in without knocking. Entering the house, he found the two girls sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed. They were cultivating tirelessly. Arnin decided not to disturb them and headed back to his home. He would go find Akig before his classes began tomorrow. After all, he still needed someone to look after Vilis while he was away.

When he got to his home, he found a person standing in front of it. When Arnin saw the individual, he couldn't help but start to feel some annoyance. It was none other then Fae.

”What do you want?” Arnin glared at the woman sharply.

”Why do you always push me away? Am I really that bad?” Fae looked at Arnin with some 'sadness'.

”I don't want to hear you speak nonsense. Just tell me what you want!” Arnin began to feel even more annoyed. He just couldn't bring himself to like this person. Her every action pissed him off.

”Don't be that way. I helped you out with the whole entrance thing as well. You should at least show some gratitude.” Fae looked at Arnin with a smile.

”Whether you helped me or not doesn't matter. No one asked you to help, so don't expect anything in return.” Arnin spoke with nonchalance, however his heart was pumping blood, getting him ready to fight at anytime.