Floating Island - Triple S Talent-Chapter 498: Buying slaves, 4th tier king

"Yes, I will take you there now, sir. Lein," Aion said with a faint smile.

Before Lein could say anything, his vision blurred. The space around him trembled and shifted in an instant.

When his sight cleared, he found himself inside a vast white room with gleaming walls. A soft light filled the space, yet there was no discernible source. Before him, more than a hundred beings stood in orderly rows, unmoving, bound to towering golden pillars.

Slaves.

The sight made Lein furrow his brows.

"Come, sir. Lein. Take a look," Aion said as he stepped forward.

Lein followed, his eyes sweeping over the neatly arranged slaves. He could sense their auras—some were weak, while others were strong.

His steps halted before a massive creature.

"Ogre race, King Tier 2, sir. Lein," Aion explained, reading the information from a blue hologram above the pillar.

[Slave Information]

Name: Gorrak

Gender: Male

Tier: King 1 (Early Stage)

Age: 42,000 years

Race: Ancient Ogre

"Ancient Ogre?" Lein murmured softly.

The creature had a humanoid form, but its muscles were massive, almost like chunks of stone wrapped in dark green skin. Long fangs jutted from its jaws, giving it a savage appearance.

King Tier 1...

Lein was slightly surprised. Regular ogres typically didn't possess such immense strength. What had allowed this one to reach this level?

Turning to Aion, he asked, "What's the rental price, sir. Aion?"

"For a King Tier 1, the daily rental fee is one cube, sir," Aion replied flatly. "Tier 2 costs eight cubes, Tier 3 is thirty cubes, and Tier 4 reaches one hundred twenty cubes per day."

Lein stiffened.

One hundred twenty cubes per day…?

That amount was far beyond what he currently possessed. He took a slow breath, hesitation creeping into his thoughts. He had no use for slaves below Tier 4, but his resources weren't enough.

Thinking hard, Lein scanned the other slaves. He wasn't done checking them all yet—there might still be a better option.

Aion watched him with an unreadable expression, though something flickered in his gaze.

"sir. Lein, there's no need to hesitate. Just speak the truth," he said with a faint smile.

Lein's body tensed for a moment. Damn it. He knows I was lying.

How? He was sure he hadn't given anything away, but Aion's perception ran far deeper than he had anticipated.

Lein let out a small chuckle, scratching his head awkwardly. "Ehehehe… my apologies, sir. Aion."

He sighed before continuing, "I was just trying to negotiate for a better price. Forgive me."

There was no point in pretending anymore.

Before absolute power, deception only led to disaster.

Aion chuckled lightly. "Hahaha! You're not wrong, sir. Lein. Please, take your time. I have slaves ranging from Tier 1 to the very peak."

Lein froze.

"The peak tier?" he asked hesitantly, staring at Aion in disbelief.

If even peak-tier Kings could be enslaved, who had the strength to capture them?

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Did that mean Aion was an existence beyond the King Tier?

A cold sensation crawled down Lein's spine. He swallowed hard, becoming even more cautious of the man before him.

Aion simply smiled, silently observing him.

Lein shifted his focus and resumed walking along the line of slaves.

Ahead of him stood a young girl, chains wrapped around her wrists. Small horns protruded from her head, and her glowing red eyes burned with deep resentment.

"King Tier 2."

Lein merely glanced at her before moving on.

He continued past the rows of slaves, barely paying attention to a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in silence. Tattered wings stretched out behind him, his clothes torn and dusty, a sign that he had been in this condition for a long time. Yet despite his frail appearance, there was something different about him. His gaze was sharp, filled with unwavering composure, as if he still clung to his pride despite his shackles.

Without lingering, Lein kept walking. He knew the slaves had been arranged by Aion, from the weakest to the strongest. The farther he went, the more powerful they would become.

Finally, he reached the first Tier 4 slave in the lineup.

An elderly man stood tall, gripping a small staff in his hand. His face was lined with deep wrinkles, yet his eyes held the unwavering determination of a ruler who had once stood at the top. The aura emanating from him was that of a true cultivator, a strength refined through thousands of years of experience.

[Slave Information]

Name: Aldric Valtor

Gender: Male

Tier: King Tier 4

Age: 77,550 years

Race: Eldran

"This old man is ancient…" Lein muttered under his breath, slightly in awe as he read Aldric's age. Over seventy-seven thousand years—that meant this man had witnessed the rise and fall of countless eras.

Lein turned to Aion. "How much for a Tier 4 slave, sir. Aion?"

With his usual faint smile, Aion replied, "Twelve thousand cubes, sir. Lein. That price includes full ownership and absolute obedience."

Lein nodded, then shifted his gaze toward the remaining slaves. Though the price was within his means, he wanted to ensure his choice was truly worth the cost.

As he walked further, his eyes fell upon figures from various rare races.

A man with golden scales lining his arms—clearly from a dragon race.

Not far from him, a pale-skinned woman with glowing red eyes stood in silence, her presence unmistakably that of a vampire.

Elsewhere, a horned man shot him a cold, piercing glare—a demon.

Lein resisted the temptation to pick them. He wasn't looking for rare bloodlines—he needed raw, dependable power.

Until, finally, he stopped.

Before him stood an elderly man with long, flowing white hair. His body was muscular, his physique still imposing despite his advanced age. His sharp eyes bore into Lein without a hint of fear, reminiscent of a dragon that once ruled the skies. Though bound by energy chains, the oppressive aura surrounding him was undeniable, making Lein unconsciously hold his breath for a moment.

[Slave Information]

Name: Dragnar Faldor

Gender: Male

Tier: King Tier 4

Age: 185,000 years

Race: Ignithar Dragon

Lein didn't need to think any longer. The choice was clear.

"I'll take him—the dragon slave," he declared firmly.

Aion stepped closer, unable to hide the widening smile on his lips. "Are you certain, sir. Lein?" His voice was smooth, but there was a hint of intrigue within it.

Lein simply gave a light nod, without hesitation. He reached into the black pouch at his waist and pulled out a large number of glowing blue cubes. Aion accepted them with practiced ease, his slender fingers gripping the pouch with the familiarity of a seasoned merchant.

"Excellent." A pleased murmur escaped his lips as his gaze briefly flickered over the shimmering cubes before returning to Lein.

With a swift motion, Aion raised his hand, and the energy chains binding Dragnar Faldor began to glow. Golden light encircled the old dragon's body before vanishing, revealing the countless battle scars beneath the room's luminous glow.

"Congratulations. From this moment on, this slave belongs to you, sir. Lein," Aion announced in an official tone.

A scroll contract appeared in his hand, and he handed it to Lein. "This contract ensures absolute obedience. He cannot resist or betray you unless you release him yourself."

Lein accepted the scroll, feeling a slight warmth in his palm. His eyes quickly scanned the details on its surface, ensuring there were no suspicious loopholes.

"Drop your blood onto it, Sir," Aion said calmly.

Without much hesitation, Lein raised his finger. A small wound formed at the tip, and a drop of blood fell precisely onto the center of the scroll. Instantly, a notification sounded in his mind.

[Divine King Contract has been activated. You now have full control over Dragnar Faldor.]

Lein glanced at the notification screen briefly before turning back to the old man before him. Dragnar remained still, his gaze empty, almost devoid of emotion. There was no rebellion, but also no fear. His sharp eyes continued to watch Lein calmly, as if assessing his new master.

Lein let out a small sigh and turned back to Aion. "Thank you, Sir Aion. Can I return another time?"

Aion's smile widened, his expression full of satisfaction. "Of course, Sir Lein. If you ever need to summon me, use this."

Aion extended a small twig toward Lein.

"Break this twig, and I will come."

Lein took it and stored it inside his spatial ring. He briefly glanced at the receptionist from before—now he understood that they had used a similar twig to summon Aion.

"Until we meet again, Sir Lein. It was a pleasure doing business with you." Aion waved with his signature smile before slowly fading away, as if swallowed by his own shadow.

Lein returned to the previous room, the atmosphere around him feeling quieter. When he turned back, Aion had completely disappeared, leaving him alone with his new slave.

Dragnar still stood in place, unmoving, silent. Only his sharp eyes remained fixed on Lein, awaiting instructions. There was something intimidating about the old man's presence, even though he was now bound by the contract.

Lein ignored him for now—he needed to purchase a servant slave for his daily needs. As he turned back, he saw the receptionist woman still waiting there.

"Congratulations, Sir. You got the slave you wanted," she said with a polite smile.

Lein returned the smile warmly. "Yes, the Herlos Slave Market is truly remarkable," he praised sincerely. He hadn't expected to find a King-level ruler among the slaves available for purchase.

"By the way, I'd like to buy a servant slave as well."

"Of course, Sir Lein," the receptionist responded, gesturing for him to follow. She then led him toward the iron cages where the elf slaves were kept.