Oscar was still bewildered.
"Generally speaking, there is no need for slaves to undergo Martial Soul Awakening," the chairman said. "Unless they are obedient and exceptionally beautiful slaves who can fetch a high price after awakening their Martial Souls, we will help them awaken. Of course, even if you do not awaken a Martial Soul, once you are sold to some master's household, if the master occasionally feels generous, he may also have a few obedient slaves awaken their Martial Souls."
"But for beasts like you—unruly and repeatedly trying to escape the Slave Concentration Camp—have you ever wondered why we would help you awaken your Martial Soul?"
The chairman continued, "Awakening your Martial Soul was only so we could destroy it. This is a punishment for slaves like you! But you truly surprised us. A food-type Martial Soul, and Innate Full Soul Power at that. With your talent, I'm afraid you are one of a kind in all of Douluo Continent. If we put you up at an auction as a premium item, you could probably fetch an astronomical price."
"Then why did you destroy me—" Oscar said venomously.
"Because even if there is money to be made, you need to stay alive to spend it!" The chairman reached out and gripped Oscar's monkey-like head, forcing him to look up at him as he sneered. "I do not know why you possess a pride that a lowborn wretch should not have, but I know very well that we have never tamed you. Once we sell you and you escape your predicament, you will rise to prominence and eventually stand at the pinnacle of this world. By then, you would never spare us. So before you gain power and take revenge on us, we can only destroy you first."
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