Launch the Final Assault

Everything in this world was so disgusting.

So-called slaves were the most disgusting thing in the world.

"I'm sorry, child, for bringing you into this disgusting world. But please forgive me." The soldier stroked the nutrient pod, his eyes filled with guilt and despair.

"This is the only slave I have ever created in my life, and it will also be the last slave in this world!"

The moment his words fell, the Giantfolk acted on their instincts, leaving their mark on the other's masterless control switch.

Then he naturally drew upon the other's power.

Through their connection, everything he possessed was poured into his offspring at that moment.

That was right. A master could extract a slave's power, but could also share his own power with a slave.

It was simply something those nobles would never do.

After pouring all his strength into his child, the giant's body withered away.

"Then turn me into a puppet now." The giant turned his gaunt body around and looked at the Littlefolk beside him, determination gleaming in his eyes.

Although nobles had no way to directly control another person's thoughts through ownership, they could alter a giant's body and inflict pain.

There was a limit to how much pain a person could endure.

Yet that limit could be continuously raised through modification.

Therefore, if a noble wished it, he could remotely torture his slave without end.

This would create a chain of control, allowing him to use one slave to restrain that slave's slaves.

The giant knew he would not be able to endure it. So while his mind was still clear enough, he would use this method to completely surrender his "control."

The Littlefolk who witnessed this wore solemn expressions. They looked directly at the giant, then saluted him.

Though their