Swallowing the Stars: Time Simulation

Chapter 116 The Yearning for Freedom

"Honorable guest!" The purple-skinned manager swiped his finger, and a large number of virtual projections of slaves immediately appeared in front of Yang Wu: "The slaves here are absolutely the most reasonably priced and diverse on Qiulong Star. If you purchase a sufficient quantity, we will also give you a significant discount!"

The virtual projection in front of Yang Wu displayed detailed information on countless slaves, including their appearance, height, strength, race, selling price, and other detailed information.

Among them, a first-tier martial artist of the Hengxing level is priced at 100 million Black Dragon Coins, a fourth-tier martial artist at 4000 million, a seventh-tier martial artist at 20 million, an eighth-tier martial artist at 50 billion, and a ninth-tier martial artist at 5 billion. The price of a mentalist slave is three times that of a martial artist of the same level.

These are normal prices; however, prices may fluctuate under special circumstances.

Yang Wu flipped through the data on the virtual projection and suddenly asked, "I see that most of these star-level slaves are between 4000 and 7000 years old. I wonder if there are any older slaves for sale?"

The person in charge was slightly surprised upon hearing this.

He hadn't expected that the visitor intended to buy older slaves.

Generally speaking, the age of the eternal slaves sold at normal prices on the slave market is between 4000 and 8000 years old. Slaves in this age range have generally lost their value for further training.

However, as they age, their combat experience also increases. Therefore, the prices of these slaves don't vary much, and most are at normal prices.

As for slaves under 3000 years old at the Constant Star level, they can be considered quite elite slaves. Such slaves still have considerable room for growth, and the younger they are, the higher their price. As soon as such slaves appear, they are quickly snapped up by various families and forces.

As for slaves over 8000 years old, they were considered low-level slaves.

The lifespan of a star-level being is only ten thousand years. Generally speaking, slaves over 8000 years old have basically all lost their ambition, and their strength will no longer increase with age.

Moreover, these people are nearing the end of their lives and don't care much about their masters' orders, so such slaves are very difficult to sell, and their price decreases as they get older.

However, adhering to the principle that "the customer is the god," the person in charge of the slave market who was entertaining Yang Wu still waved his hands and brought up projections of many slaves over 8000 years old.

At this moment, most of the slaves on the projection were at the eighth or ninth level of the Eternal Star; there were very few at the fifth or sixth level; and there were none at the first or second level.

That makes sense, slaves are expendable resources; those with weaker abilities simply cannot live past 8000 years old.

Yang Wu was very happy when he saw the prices of these "old" star-level slaves.

In the cosmic timeline of millennia and tens of thousands of years, the Earth's development has been far too short. Even now, Yang Wu and Luo Feng are only in their twenties, and Hong and Lei Shen are not even over a hundred years old.

The strength of Yang Wu and his three companions can all be rapidly improved in a short period of time, so there is no need to purchase expensive 'young' slaves at present.

The cheaper "older" slaves were actually Yang Wu's best choice.

Ultimately, Yang Wu chose numerous slaves of the Eternal Star level who were over 9500 years old.

These slaves were priced significantly lower than normal slaves of the same rank.

However, a ninth-tier Constant Star is still a ninth-tier Constant Star; even if it's aged, it can't possibly be priced like dirt. Otherwise, slave traders would rather have their goods stuck with them.

Therefore, the price of these "older" slaves is about one-fifth of the price of normal slaves of the same level.

Yang Wu spent 20 billion Black Dragon Coins to successfully purchase 10 level 9 martial artists of the Eternal Star rank and 25 level 8 martial artists of the Eternal Star rank.

Big business!

The person in charge had given up hope when he saw that Yang Wu specifically chose older slaves. Unexpectedly, Yang Wu gave him a big surprise, buying so many at once.

In particular, the slaves Yang Wu purchased were all nearing the end of their lives. In normal years, these slaves would have been very difficult to sell, and many would have ended up fending for themselves within the organization.

Therefore, Yang Wu's deal can be considered the most profitable deal the Divine Fire Palace organization has made on Qiulong Star in more than ten years.

He asked excitedly, "Sir, is there anything else you need?"

Yang Wu smiled and asked, "What kind of discount can you give me for this deal?"

"9.5% off, that's absolutely the biggest discount!" the manager said respectfully. "The total price of the slaves you purchased was 200 billion Black Dragon Coins, and after the discount, it's 190 billion Black Dragon Coins."

"Okay!" Yang Wu nodded and continued, "Give me another 100 first-level martial artists of the Constant Star level and 1000 ninth-level mental cultivators of the Planetary Star level."

The manager hurriedly said with a smile, "Sir, 9.5% is already the maximum discount; we really can't give away that many!"

Yang Wu looked at the other party and said, "The first level of the Hengxing level and the ninth level of the Xingxing level are not worth much, so why can't I give them away? Besides, I won't mind if they are a bit older."

A level 1 martial artist of the Eternal Star level costs 1 million Black Dragon Coins, and a level 9 Spiritualist of the Planetary Star level costs 100,000 Black Dragon Coins. All together, that's only 200 million Black Dragon Coins.

Compared to a business worth 190 billion, it's just a drop in the ocean.

"Sir, I really can't do anything with you, I agree!"

Seeing Yang Wu's resolute attitude, the person in charge had no choice but to reluctantly agree to Yang Wu's conditions.

Although his face looked like he had lost his parents, he was incredibly happy inside.

Because he sold the organization's most difficult-to-sell 'old' slaves! This achievement alone is enough to earn him a large reward.

After Yang Wu paid the deposit, the person in charge was all smiles: "Sir, please rest assured, we will be able to assemble the slaves immediately!"

Yang Wu had very specific requirements for slaves. Age was one factor, but height and appearance also had to resemble those of Earthlings. Therefore, slave traders could only select from certain specific races.

Even though the Divine Fire Palace is the largest slave organization in the Black Dragon Mountain Star Region, it cannot find so many slaves on Qiulong Star who meet Yang Wu's criteria.

Fortunately, there are many slave organizations on Qiulong Star, making it relatively easy to exchange goods among them.

About half an hour later, the purple-skinned manager led a middle-aged man who was obese but only about 1.6 meters tall into the reception room. Behind the middle-aged man were two bodyguards with extremely imposing auras.

"Respected Mr. Yang Wu, this is our mall's manager. Our organization's business on Qiulong Star is all managed by the manager!" the manager respectfully introduced.

"Master, the middle-aged man is a ninth-level martial artist of the Hengxing realm. The two bodyguards behind him are a third-level cosmic-level martial artist and a fourth-level cosmic-level martial artist." Chi Yan's voice rang in Yang Wu's mind.

"A cosmic-level powerhouse!"

This was the first time Yang Wu had ever met a cosmic-level powerhouse in real life, but he never expected that the person in question was a slave.

"Hello, Mr. Yang Wu!" The middle-aged man was very polite. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Daka, and I'm the person in charge of the Divine Fire Palace on Qiulong Star!"

"Mr. Dhaka, it's a pleasure to meet you. If there's nothing else, let's set off now!"

Yang Wu said with a smile that he had already done everything he wanted to do, so naturally he did not want to stay on Qiulong Star any longer.

"No problem!" Dhaka said with a smile, "Everything will be as you wish!"

Each of the major slave markets within the slave market has its own transport ships, which are parked not far outside Qiulong City.

Soon, Yang Wu and his group, along with a large number of slaves, left Qiulong City and boarded a transport ship bound for the docking port.

In the spacious hall of the transport ship, Yang Wu and Dhaka sat facing each other.

"Mr. Yang Wu, I wonder why you would buy so many slaves whose lives are nearing their end?" the middle-aged man, Daka, asked in confusion.

He had never seen such a strange guest since he started working in the slave trade.

Compared to the lifespan of a star being ten thousand years, the lifespan of the slaves Yang Wu bought was already nearing its end. Even if they were to serve as bodyguards, how many more years could they last?

Yang Wu smiled and said, "I just don't have much money. I was thinking of buying more eighth and ninth-tier slaves at the Hengxing level. They're facing the end of their lifespan, so maybe they can break through to the cosmic level?"

Upon hearing Yang Wu's words, Daka's expression faltered slightly. "Mr. Yang Wu, you jest!"

Breaking through from the ninth level of the Constant Star realm to the Cosmic level is extremely difficult; perhaps only one in ten thousand will succeed. If it were easy to break through when facing the end of one's lifespan, then there wouldn't be so many people dying of old age in this universe.

He preferred to believe that Yang Wu intended to use a large number of powerful beings at the Hengxing level to explore the secret realm.

Soon, the spaceship arrived at the planet's docking port.

In the lower hall of the transport ship, with the help of slave traders, Yang Wu and thousands of slaves successfully completed the ceremony of recognizing their master.

After a ceremony lasting more than ten minutes, the thousands of slaves all bowed slightly to Yang Wu in unison, respectfully greeting him, "Master!"

The weakest of the thousands of slaves were all ninth-level planetary-level mental cultivators, possessing formidable auras. However, the thirty slaves at the head of the group appeared listless and completely out of sorts.

They are nearing the end of their lifespan, and even if they are controlled by microchips, they are nothing more than puppets on strings. This is the fundamental reason why they are so cheap!

However, the slave trader Daka seemed oblivious to these sights, handing Yang Wu a small silver box and smiling, "Mr. Yang Wu, the master-slave recognition process is complete. Inside this box are the microchips controlling these 1130 slaves. Each microchip controls a corresponding slave. You can insert the microchip into the auxiliary optical brain to perform the relevant operations."

"As for the operating instructions, I've already recorded them all on a memory card!"

"Then I'll transfer the remaining payment to your company's designated account now!"

Yang Wu nodded slightly.

He had already learned this information from Chi Yan.

"drop!"

Upon receiving news that the remaining payment had been received, the slave trader Daka's smile widened. He handed Yang Wu a business card and said, "Mr. Yang Wu, it was a pleasure doing business with you! This is my virtual universe network ID. If you ever want to buy slaves again, just come to me. I will definitely give you the best discount and guarantee your satisfaction."

"no problem!"

Yang Wu smiled and accepted the business card from Dhaka, then led a large number of slaves into the planetary docking port of Qiulong Star.

After arranging 100 first-tier Eternal Star level slaves and 1000 ninth-tier Planetary Star level slaves in the bottom space of the spaceship, Yang Wu led 30 eighth-tier and ninth-tier Eternal Star level slaves to the spaceship control room.

Soon, the spaceship took off and left the docking port.

After the spaceship traversed into the dark universe, Yang Wu finally had time to deal with the 30 "old" slaves he had purchased.

"Gentlemen, from this day forward, you are my slaves, Yang Wu's slaves!"

This time, Yang Wu spoke Chinese, the language of Earth, which was successfully translated into a language that the slaves could understand with the help of the auxiliary quantum computers of each slave.

"I know that you are all facing the anxieties of approaching the end of your lives, and therefore you don't hold me, your master, in the highest regard! However..."

"One hundred years!"

"I only need you to obey me for a hundred years!"

"If you are still alive a hundred years from now, I will release you from the chip control and set you free!"

After Yang Wu finished speaking, all the slaves' eyes lit up!

free!

This is something every slave desperately desires! However, under the control of the biochip, they are completely unable to disobey their master's orders, and it is even impossible for them to have the slightest thought that is detrimental to their master.

"We swear to protect our master to the death!" the slaves shouted, their spirits now completely different from their previous listlessness.

After Yang Wu promised freedom, a glimmer of longing arose in the hearts of all the slaves. They would do their utmost to complete the tasks assigned by Yang Wu, hoping to regain the freedom they had long lost before they died!

(End of this chapter)