In the luxurious room, the moment the head of the Black Order appeared on the screen, the few conscious girls remaining inside instantly passed out.
"Master Pride, you should be in the laboratory right now, preparing for the alchemical work." The old man on the screen spoke weakly. "If you want to enjoy yourself, I'll continue satisfying your demands after this is accomplished."
Master Pride let out a cold laugh as he looked at the old man, who could die at any moment. How could he not know that the old man's life had long since been exhausted to its limit?
What a pitiful man. Every moment, he had to endure the fear brought by death.
"You seem to have forgotten your identity." Master Pride shook his head. "Perhaps you want me to do as I did last time—to quietly walk up to you and press a knife against your throat before you remember a few things. Of course, I don't need a knife this time either. What would you like? I can satisfy you."
The head of the Black Order's eyes suddenly shot out a strange blue light.
Master Pride paid it no mind. "I know your Mental Power is stronger than ordinary people's, but your body can't hold out, can it? You want to survive."
"No. Precisely because I want to survive..." The head of the Black Order suddenly lowered his voice. "That's why I intend to change a few things."
"Such as?" Master Pride asked with a mocking expression.
"The relationship between master and servant." The head of the Black Order's eyes blazed with blue light. "I'm afraid of death, so I rarely use my power...but now I'm about to die. How can I not use my power? Pride, kneel!"
Master Pride froze for a moment, then