Walking along the red carpet, the female Black Sorcerer Queen passed by rows of cells on either side, filled with countless women, most of whom were heavily pregnant.
Upon seeing the female Black Sorcerer Queen, these women retreated to the depths of their cells, filled with extreme fear.
"Waa waa..."
Occasionally, the cry of a baby would echo from the cells, only to be quickly silenced.
The female Black Sorcerer Queen boasted, "This is my breeding chamber. In the entire Dark Domain, except for the Black Sorcerer Tower, there are no more than ten places larger than this!"
Sarah, who had left for a moment, hurried over with a tray, holding two goblets filled with crimson liquid, though clearly not red wine.
"Would you like to try some of my baby lips?"
As she spoke, the female Black Sorcerer Queen gently picked up one of the glasses and sipped it, showing a look of intoxicated enjoyment.
Baby lips?
Green knew what the contents of the glass were made from, and his face turned slightly pale, politely declining the female Black Sorcerer Queen’s generous offer.
With a light chuckle, the female Black Sorcerer Queen did not insist, instead leading Green to the edge of a deep pit.
Before Green could react, the female Black Sorcerer Queen didn’t even glance at the pit below, calmly saying, "Five!"
In the pit, about a thousand men were idly moving about. Upon hearing the voice of the female Black Sorcerer Queen, they froze, looked up at her in terror, and erupted into terrified roars, scrambling for the rooms around the pit in deafening panic.
Pushing and shoving each other, they fiercely fought, with bloodshed occurring in the struggle.
Five unfortunate souls were left at the bottom of the pit, while the others hurriedly closed the cell doors in fright.
Bang!
The Composite Behemoth, which had been following Sarah, jumped down, eliciting screams of despair and terror that slightly disturbed the power of human despair swirling around the female Black Sorcerer Queen.
"In repeated eliminations, the strongest slave will remain as a backup breeder; after all, these slaves’ lives are so short, and aside from the King of Breeders with bloodline transplants, frequent replacements are needed."
A while later, the blood-covered Composite Behemoth climbed back up, licking the grime off its body with its blood-red tongue.
Sarah directed a hundred or so breeders to throw large amounts of food down into the pit. The people hiding in fear quickly scrambled out to snatch the food, creating chaos.
The female Black Sorcerer Queen, uninterested, led Green past the pit towards a quieter area ahead.
Glug, glug, glug...
Out of the wellhead emerged a black Synthetic Beast, sniffed around, then shrank back down.
A moment later, a meticulously decorated room’s door swung open.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish...
One by one, girls of varying beauty turned their heads, and upon seeing the female Black Sorcerer Queen with Green, they hurriedly lined up in fear.
"These girls were carefully selected from the incubation and breeding chambers a few years ago, fed top-quality feed, and underwent human modification by Dark Witchcraft, to be sold to energetic Body Refining Wizards and Arcane Wizards who venture into Foreign Domains. Their value is often dozens of times that of ordinary slaves."
As she spoke, the female Black Sorcerer Queen glanced at Green with a lighthearted look.
"Master should know, not all Different Worlds have humanoid creatures. Although these slaves modified by Dark Witchcraft have shorter lifespans and adaptability less than that of a True Wizard, with proper care, they can live for decades. Since you seldom come to the Dark Domain, let me gift you a few pairs as souvenirs."
Speaking, the female Black Sorcerer Queen signaled, and these girls walked up to Green, allowing him to choose from them.
Each of them looked extremely fearful and fragile, yet enchanting.
This form of human trade indeed gave Green’s traditional Elemental Wizard mindset a great shock.
Based on what this female Black Sorcerer Queen implied, it seemed these girls had higher value because some evil Arcane Wizards and Body Refining Wizards who reside longer or travel in a Different World needed them, something Green had never considered before.
"Uh... I’m not interested in these weak creatures."
Green found an excuse to deflect and waved his hand, signaling the girls to leave.
"Oh? That’s right! These slaves are indeed too weak for us. Previously, an old customer from the Abyss frequently complained about accidentally damaging these weak slaves."
The female Black Sorcerer Queen nodded seriously, seemingly very understanding of Green’s stance.
"Hee hee hee hee, alright then, having met a master today, let’s not be stingy. Follow me."
Speaking, the female Black Sorcerer Queen led Green through a series of twists and turns, passing by a chamber where a Dark Sorcerer used instruments to more efficiently collect the despair of humans, and then by a large altar stained with what seemed like congealed human blood, eventually arriving at a prison surrounded by the Power of Human Despair.
"Magic Prohibition Chamber?"
Having spent a century in the Seven-Ring Prison, Green was more than familiar with this so-called Magic Prohibition Chamber. For a moment, a realization dawned on him, and he looked into the cave in surprise.
The female Black Sorcerer Queen turned her head, giving Green a mysterious smile before entering.
A moment later, over a dozen male and female Elemental Wizards bound by magical shackles appeared. Green gasped to himself; this Black Sorcerer King was indeed anything but simple.
Just as Green was secretly alarmed, glancing over these dozens of Elemental Wizards bound by the female Black Sorcerer Queen while preparing to leave, his gaze suddenly fell on a female wizard. Momentarily stunned, he displayed an expression of disbelief.
"Kretia! What are you doing here!?"
With smooth black silk-like hair cascading down and skin as white as milk, an indescribable allure emanated from the charming and exotic brows, with red lips inspiring infinite imagination—wasn’t this Kretia?
Strictly speaking, she was still a traditional wizard researching Ancient Black Witchcraft.
Kretia, looking at the mysterious Wizard in front shrouded in a flowing, translucent blur of Seven-Colored Runes, stood there with vacant eyes for a moment, and upon hearing the voice, was incredulous.
"You... are you Green!? Save me, Green, save me out of here!"
Kretia, as if seeing hope, cried out excitedly, and alongside her, the dozen or more Elemental Wizards around her looked fervently towards Green with eager longing.