I Become Master of Danger Zones as Incubus With Mastery In Genetic

As the defective slaves tered the system space, they looked all over the place with wide eyes, though Alros noted their eyes seemed to be blank. While he could never be sure of it, he attribute it to the trauma they have from their kidnapping, to how they gain their injuries.

Out of all the defective slaves, more than half only have scarring on their faces and bodies, some were ough to ev cause them to have trouble doing normal daily activity.

The reason he used only is because the rest have ev worse injuries. Some are blinded either in one or both eyes, some having their limbs cut off, whether as punishmt or infection, he can never be sure.

What he can be sure is that there is a possibility for him to heal them. His goblins quickly ushered the defective slaves into the Heal Magic Circle, and while he is not sure of some of the more serious injuries like the lack of limbs, he is certain the heavy scarring can be healed up by the magic circle.

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"Looks like there are something that could help the more serious injuries," he remarked as he looked at the system store. There is an advanced Healing Magic Circle, though he could not buy it yet due to it requiring him to have certain achievemt, from being an Archdemon to upgrading the system space to the next tier.

However, the knowledge is more than ough, especially as he likely have some other solution that he can achieve to give them working limbs once more.

"Laili, can you check if the lifespan of the clones are gone, those the organs can still be used?" he asked.

[ Weird question, but yes. The clones will die and lost their vitalities, but anything other than that, can still be used, theoretically, that is. Why? ]

"Let just say I probably can give them working limbs soon, as long as I have some more Growth Tube,"

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From the 87 defective slaves, only 34 are wom, to which he took their first time, if they still virgin. In the d, only still pure, but still good ough for him. They are not good compared to his favourite, but dect ough.

The 7 slaves he bought also taste good. Though cannot be compared to his favourite as well, they are still better compare to the captive wom and defective female slave.

As for the remaining 53, they are all m on varying ages, though the oldest only at their late thirties. He attribute it the slaves capable of surviving the trips needed to be both fit and young ough to make the journey, as he doubt old slaves will not be that valuable unless for certain things like tutor or if they have experice and skill in workmanship.

With all of them being fit, he planned to use them as his test subject, to see if it is possible to make them stronger, as they would allow infiltration into other cities without him needing to reveal himself.

While it would not be possible for now, in the future, he would be able to create an information network that would allow him to gain access to information all over the world. Or that is the d goal.

For now, he needed to turn them into useful slaves first. With 38 males having be healed, with the rest suffering uncurable injuries, for now, he plan to upgrade them and already bought several medium for the job.

However, he did not want them to be force into it, he want to make them become a part of his force with no discontt, as the reveal of his idtity would cause him trouble if not outright death.

He gathered the defective male slaves for the job, ordering them to form up in front of him. As the male slaves lined up, he smiled before yelling to them.

"Good to have all of you here. I will not drag this so, I will tell you, you are now my slave, and there is no escape from here unless I allow it or if you get killed.

However, I don't plan to make you all did this for free so, I make an offer to you. Agree to join my force willingly, and accept being experimted on, and I will give you great things, from good food to ev wom for you to play with.

As long as you become a part of my force, I will give you what you want, as long as it is not anything insane,"

His words seemed to rile them up somewhat, ev with their blank eyes. Before the one at the back could ask, he answered the question they no doubt have.

"For the horrible injured one, you will be put in the reserve force, and I will make sure you will be heal the momt I able to do so. All you have to do is sell your soul to the devil," technically demon, but they don't need to know too much.

"I want hear cheering if you want all of that," the slaves all cheered, some ev smiling, the first time he saw it on their face.

"Good, and now, you can do these two things, on the door to the left is a room filled with food, and to the right, it is filled with wom. Pick which one you wanted to go at," two-thirds of the slaves make their way to the wom, to the point they ev pushed it roughly, seemingly wanting to barge in.

As for the hungry one, they are more civilised, calmly oping the door before letting their instinct loose, grabbing and tearing through the food with voracity of a dragon. He smiled, before oping his system space mu and saw the LP slowly rising up.

"So, I was right, as long as they did it in the system space, I will gain LP, though only half if I did it with them," he muttered.

He push the thought to the side. He only need the settlemt wom to gain a lot of LP. Now he got it, he did not know what to do with them aside from using them as LP farm.

He th thought of a possibility of forming a debauched civilization somewhere in the future. The thought stayed for a second before being remove, him not having ough time and ergy to think of it being the major reason for that.

"Maybe after I get strong ough. For now, lets have a good show," he oped a scre, showing the male slaves rushing towards the settlemt wom and began to do it with them.

He smiled, as his cock get ev bigger, watching the raping and ravaging by the male slaves, acting more like animals than human at this point.

"Don't worry," he purred. "You will all be my monsters, used on my whim,"

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