Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

The desires of the people of our motherland are endless.

Establishing a harem was not just empty talk.

Gray would occasionally be cursed by his conscience, but compared to the happiness he gained... let him curse all he wanted, it wouldn't hurt him anyway.

I still remember when I first approached Kingpin, this old scoundrel asked me an extremely ridiculous question.

Gray replied, "Meaning? Why must we assign meaning to personal preferences? You kill, rob, kidnap, and make tons of money, what's the meaning? To fulfill your ambitions, or to harbor some lofty ideal? Don't say it, I don't want to hear it, nobody wants to hear it!"

Whether you're a superhero or a supervillain, whether you protect or destroy the world, it all boils down to satisfying yourself... Helping and saving others sounds noble, but the truth is, if you can't find inner satisfaction and enjoy vanity, a superhero will become a supervillain.

Everyone's actions are driven by a motivation. My motivation is to make myself happy. Is there a problem with that?

Therefore, I neither want to understand others, nor do I need their understanding; people simply need to obediently obey me!

Gray's twisted logic left the old scoundrel speechless, which could be summed up in one sentence.

"My fucking fists are bigger!"

.......

"Sisters, this will be your home from now on. Do you like it?"

Gray's voice echoed softly in the luxurious hall, where crystal chandeliers cast dazzling light that illuminated the exquisite and opulent decorations around them.

This is a modern estate covering approximately 170 acres. It originally belonged to a fallen Eagle nobleman, but was forcibly purchased by Kingpin some time ago and then "sponsored" by him to Gray.

While Manhattan is incredibly expensive, it also boasts a few ultra-luxury mansions, owned by some long-established and wealthy families. These families purchased considerable private land in relatively quiet and large areas early in their lives, such as the wooded area near the northern border with the Washington Heights.

The girls huddled together, their eyes filled with hesitation and confusion. Gray's indiscriminate killing had left them with a deep psychological scar.

No one dared to make a fuss under these circumstances; they all appeared extremely quiet and well-behaved, and had a clear understanding of their own situation.

A long silence hung in the air before a girl with short, platinum blonde hair and a cold, beautiful face finally mustered the courage to ask:

"Sir, what do you want us to do?"

Upon hearing this, all her courage vanished; her composure was forced, while her true emotion was trepidation.

The girl unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force, and her voice trembled weakly.

"Let me see... Anna Schulz, born in a small Nordic country. The information says that the political situation there is not very stable, and the border seems to be closed due to internal strife. You took the initiative to contact the local smugglers, wanting to leave there."

Gray put down the documents in his hand, admired the girl's beauty for a moment, and said with a smile, "Your wish has come true, and you've also received a settlement allowance of five thousand US dollars. Of course, in my opinion, this amount of money is simply an insult to you. How about five hundred thousand?"

"I don't want money!"

Anna explained urgently, "Sir, I didn't know that the bastard was talking about... this kind of deal. I was scammed. He said he would provide me with a job and promised that if I worked hard, I could settle down in America." Her voice was aggrieved and bitter, and her words were full of regret.

"You really met a complete jerk. If I ever run into him again, I'll stand up for you."

However... since I'm already here, and I happen to have an easy and comfortable job—one day on, six days off—why not let go of my burdens, leave my worries behind, and embrace a brand new future?

Gray walked slowly to the girl, gently took her hands in his, and spoke softly with a hint of seduction.

"No, no, no, I don't want to be a decorative vase kept at home! I know you're an important person, please let me go, I promise to return the money to you as soon as possible..."

Anna withdrew her hands as if she had been fertilized, shaking her head as she spoke, her eyes misting over, looking extremely pitiful.

But even she herself felt that these words sounded weak and powerless when she said them.

Without legal documents and with a low level of education, living a normal life in a bustling metropolis like New York is extremely difficult.

"No one is restricting your freedom, Anna, my darling! After the employee training is over, you can go wherever you want."

Gray spoke softly, his gaze sweeping over each girl: "I bought you back not to imprison you, but simply to create a home, a large family where everyone can be happy. You can put your concerns aside; this isn't some slave society. I will respect each and every one of you."

"Really?"

The girls' previously dim eyes instantly brightened.

Although their bodies were still trembling slightly, Gray's friendly attitude was like a shot in the arm, not only easing their tense nerves but also rekindling hope in their hearts.

"Absolutely true!"

Gray nodded firmly, but then smiled and said, "However, I have a few small requests: you are not allowed to have contact with other men, you are not allowed to upset me, and you are not allowed to refuse any of my requests."

"Otherwise, I won't be happy!"

"What's the difference between this and slavery?"

A petite girl couldn't help but mutter to herself, and the other girls who heard it turned pale.

"The difference is that I don't think that way, but you insist on thinking that way, so there's nothing I can do about it." Gray patiently explained, "Pessimism will only lead you into a dead end. Think positively: you won't have to work hard, you won't have to worry about what others think, you'll have endless money and beautiful clothes to wear, and everyone on your social media will envy you."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Anna glanced cautiously at Gray, then mustered her courage and asked again:

"What if we don't want to?"

First of all, one thing is certain: this seemingly normal, even handsome and sunny man is extremely lecherous.

However, his lust was distinctly different from that of ordinary men. He didn't rush to strip them naked, but instead first established rules and reasoned with them. It felt like buying them wasn't just about venting his frustrations, but more about satisfying some kind of perverse pleasure.

Therefore, Anna still held a sliver of hope that he would change his mind and let them go.

"For me, there is no concept of 'willing' or 'unwilling,' but since you asked... well, you can refer to those thugs for the answer."

Gray was still smiling, but the chill in his smile made Anna's blood almost freeze, and she found it incredibly difficult to breathe.

"With so many of us, how can you possibly manage them all...?"

It was that petite girl who spoke again, hiding behind everyone like a quail. Her soft mutterings made the other girls wonder the same thing.

Yes, there were 73 people in the first batch, and there will be more and more in the future. It seems unbelievable no matter how you look at it.

Clearly, the girls' imagination and understanding of men are still at a very rudimentary level.

As the mistress of a harem of nine hundred million, Grey believed it was necessary to elevate their intellectual level.

"Your minds are corrupted and utterly ignorant. With my abilities, I could use you eight hundred times a day without a problem!"

But this kind of simplistic, mindless behavior cannot deepen our bond, nor can it build a connection between our hearts.” Gray asked in a deep voice, “Words cannot express my love for you. To give you an example, has any of you ever bought a My Little Pony card holder?”

"Me! I bought it!" A girl immediately raised her hand.

"Very good, you have good taste."

Gray nodded approvingly and continued, "From the anticipation of buying the card holders, to carefully tearing them open, and finally coating each card with a plating and placing them in the card album like precious treasures, can you understand that unparalleled sense of satisfaction?"

"Yes, I understand." The girl nodded in agreement.

Gray smiled faintly: "Then let's go back to the question we were just discussing. Whether I need you or not is not important. What's important is that I already have you."

"Now you understand, don't you? My burning and deep love for you all!"

Understood.

I understand completely now.

Therefore, the girls looked at Gray with somewhat dazed expressions.

This is practically telling them—you little brats, you've been collected!

Fuck you!