The door swung open, revealing the man who shot the old fool on the street. Jake jumped out of the shadows and grabbed the man, twisting his arm behind his back and lifting it up.

"What's your call sign?"

"What? Who are you?"

"I'm asking the questions. What was your call sign before the universal system?"

Jake said this as he lifted the man's arm higher.

"Ah, fuck. Common man, I'm Dark Night Actual. Well, at least I was."

Jake released some of the pressure on the man's arm. Just as Jake released the pressure, the man swung around, his hand clenched into a fist about to hit Jake with it.

"Sir, it's you! I thought you were dead."

"Not dead. Who told you I was?"

"The bitch down on level 2 in room 66 upside-down nine. She enslaved my flight crew."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You and your crew were always there for us when we needed you."

"Not always, sir. Not the last time, and that's what counts."

"That's not your fault, Dark. That mission was fucked from the start. We were sold out by our own command. Anyway, could I have a look at your slave seal? I might be able to do something about it for you."

"Yes, sir."

Dark pulled up his shirt, revealing an image of a man tied up with his legs and arms strung out like a star.

"That's a little odd-looking."

"Yeah, she really does like this kind of stuff. Can you do anything about it, sir?"

Jake placed his hand on the seal, and a notification popped up.

Warning: This slave is currently owned by the Dominatrix Queen. If you forcefully remove the seal on the slave, the Dominatrix Queen will be aware. Do you wish to remove the slave mark, freeing the slave from his master? Yes/No.

"I can remove it, but she will know. It seems your slave mark is different than the ones that are being used on the others. Yours can be removed while theirs can't. Do you have any idea why that is?"

"She tricked me into it during the tutorial. I thought she loved me, but she was just a honey trap set to capture us. It was when we were having sex. One minute, I was free to act as I saw fit, and the next, my back was on fire, and this stupid mark was on me. If it's possible to remove it, do it. Don't worry about her knowing. It might just bring her up here and away from the two she just took."

"Okay, Dark. Just don't die. I will check on the two kids for you."

Jake selected yes, and in an instant, the mark on Dark's back was gone.

"She will probably be up here soon, so you better go, sir."

"After I'm done here, I'm going to the Strzelecki Ranges to start a settlement. I hope to meet you there."

Jake said his final words before vanishing into the shadows. Dashing from shadow to shadow, Jake had made it to the second floor. But before he could open the door, he heard rushing footsteps in the hallway. Jake ducked into a shadow cast by the door as it opened. The lady he remembered ran through, followed by a man Jake remembered being part of the headquarters team back before the universal system came. As far as Jake remembered, he was one of the commander's sons or something. He never did any field work or manual labor; he just delivered coffee to the generals.

From within the room, sobs could be heard. Jake quickly had a look in the room. The sight was worse than Jake had thought it could be. The walls and floor of the room were painted with blood stains. There were torture devices scattered around the room. But what worried Jake the most was the naked man, or really a boy, strung up in the same manner as the tattoo on Dark's back, except he was currently impaled on a very big wooden spike. It entered his body in a place between his legs and exited out of his neck. The sobbing sounds were coming from the young girl who was with him. She was covered in blood, but none of it belonged to her. It seemed that the crazy bitch made this poor girl do everything while she watched. The poor girl wouldn't have even been able to refuse due to the slave mark she had on the side of her face and down her neck.

"I don't know if I can help her. She needs a psychologist, not a demon with the tendency to act with violence. And would it be right to enslave her to me? I really don't want slaves. Erica is already too much for me to deal with. And now I have two options: enslave this poor girl or just kill her. Honestly, I'm leaning toward the killing option more and more."

Jake pulled out his rifle and walked over to the girl, raising his rifle into his shoulder and lining up a clean shot. Jake was about to squeeze the trigger when he heard her muttering between her sobs.

"I will find a way. I will live for you. I shall find a way to be free of her."

Jake knelt down behind the girl and was about to place his hand on her shoulder when he heard it. It was clearer than all the rest.

"I will kill them all."

Jake pressed his hand on her back, and in an instant, a notification entered Jake's view.

Notification: Use the race skill Master of the Lost (unique) on the slave owned by the Dominatrix Queen. The slave mark will change to match yours, but the mark will not limit or hinder the marked. The marked will receive a skill named after you and will grant the marked the ability to enter a semi-demonized state. This state can be activated or deactivated by the marked at any time, and it will not use any resources to keep it active.

"Does this mean she won't be my slave? That is great."

Jake used the skill. Jake's body turned into a demon as all his stats started to drop. The skill seemed to use up stat points to work. Strangely, it didn't seem to use unspent points and only took them from the stats that give Mana, Health, Stamina, and Arcane. It took 30 million from all of Jake's highest stats.

Pain racked Jake's body as his stats were drained away. His breathing became rapid as perspiration poured down his face.

The young girl turned around and looked into Jake's demon eyes.

"Who are you?"

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

Universal Constant Interface:

* Name: Jake Everval

* Race: Demon of the Past (Unique)

* Grade: G

* Level: 100

* Levels Required Till Next Grade Evaluation: 400 Total

* Class: Trooper Shadow Mage

* Class Level: 1000 (You have reached the highest level of Trooper Shadow Mage.)

* Profession: Arcane Smith

* Profession Level: 113

* Stats Points Available: 497,218

* Mana: 50,323,360

* Arcane: 50,423,500

* Stamina: 50,323,200

* Health: 50,633,360

* Strength: 1116

* Agility: 5,031,225

* Intelligence: 5,042,350

* Wisdom: 5,032,336

* Perception: 110,637

* Integrity: 5,063,336

On the roof, Dark was waiting for his former master to arrive, standing in front of the door leading to the roof. The door burst open, and Dark was blown back off his feet, landing against the rails running around the roof. Following his collision with the rails, Dark looked up to see his fellow slave and friend standing over him with a knife in his hand.

"Mandi, are you really doing this? I know she can't control you like the others, so you have a choice here."

"Ha, a choice. I chose which side I was on before the universal system came. And I have been working on that side the whole time."

Dark just looked at the man he called his friend and shook his head.

"So it was you. You were the one that sold us out."

"No, you should talk to those generals of yours. They were so easy to convert, as always. A human will be a human."

"Mandi, would you stop with this reminiscing and just kill him."

Mandi stabbed his knife into Dark's chest, puncturing one of his lungs.

"You just couldn't be a good slave, could you? Now you get to be my toy as I play you to death."

Mandi laughed hysterically as he brought his knife back up for a second go. As the knife came down again, Dark picked up a loose chunk of concrete, slamming it into Mandi's face, knocking the man off his feet and sending him flying across the roof. Dark pulled himself to his feet and shuffled toward Mia, the chunk of now bloody concrete in his hand.

"You think you, a slave, can scare me? I order you to stop, slave."

Dark was now in front of Mia. He raised his arm to slam it into her face.

"Don't, don't do it. I don't like pain. Please, don't hurt me."

"Did all those young boys beg you for mercy too?"

Dark swung his arm down, but just as it was about to hit, Dark was sent flying into the rails again. A fist repeatedly pummeled his face. Dark couldn't move under the constant bombardment, his mind becoming blank. After some time had passed, Dark woke up to the sight of Mia curled up on the ground, screaming in pain as the backlash from Jake's actions hit her. Her abilities to control her slaves had been stripped from her for good, and all of her stats were reduced to zero.

"Ha, take that, you bitch! That is the pain of going up against Everval Actual. He is going to bring you all down."

Dark was laughing hysterically right until he breathed his last, Mandi standing over him, blood covering his arms and face.

Jake looked down at the girl and simply said, "You are free now. What is your plan?"

The young girl just looked at Jake curiously before saying, "Am I in hell?"

"No, what would give you that idea?"

The girl just pointed at Jake's face. Jake, thinking something was on his face, brushed his hand over his face.

"Oh, that's my race thing."

Jake deactivated his demon form and said, "Is that better?"

"To be honest, I prefer the other. This one is a little plain, no real definition, except those eyes."

"What's wrong with my eyes? Wait, did you just say I was plain-looking with no definition?"

The young girl started laughing.

Jake thought to himself, "She seems to be doing a good job cheering herself up. That's a good thing because I have no idea how to help her."

"Shall we leave this place together, or would you like to find your own way?"

The girl stood there for a minute, then turned to the dead boy.

"I'm sorry I can't put you to rest as you asked. I wasn't in control of my own body. I'm sorry for what I did to you."

She turned back to Jake, tears flowing down her face.

"We can go now," she said.

Jake and the girl left the room and out onto an emergency exit. Then, they both heard loud screams of pain coming from the roof.

"Sounds like that bitch is getting what she deserves," Jake said.

"She deserves much, much worse than that."

"Yeah, you're right. I just hope Dark can make it out of there alive. He would make a great pilot."

Looking down on the street, Jake noticed that all the people who were lining up for entry into the fake settlement were now littering the streets with their blood. The enforcers that were sorting them had gone.

"What happened here? And where are all the enforcers at?"

"The only enforcers left outside are on the roof."

"What's your plan exactly, demon man?"

"Well, that's rude. You do know you have a skill that turns you into one, don't you?"

"Wait, what? Do I?"

She stood there for a minute, then in an instant, her body changed color. She was now dark grey, and her eyes changed in appearance as well, more like cat eyes. Despite the small horns on her head and her new mark that took the same location as her old one but looked more like the one Erica has, only having a snake instead of chains and there was no lock. Her looks amplified her physical appearance; she looked more like a young lady instead of a girl in her teens. Some other things that changed were that she now had a tail, and her fingernails were like small daggers.

"I think this suits you more than your natural form. Does it have a name by chance?"

"Here, I will show you."

A notification popped up in Jake's face.

Race Skill: Hand of the Demon of the Past (Unique) As the Hand of the Demon, you will gain the ability to take his form. The cost of summoning this form will be half of your total mana. There is no upkeep cost to this skill. While activated, you will receive +50 stat points to all profession, class, and grade levels.

Universal Constant Interface:

* Name: Emma Moore

* Race: Human - Demon's Hand (Unique)

* Grade: G

* Level: 15

Class: Healing Monk

* Class Level: 150

Profession: Demon's Hand

* Profession Level: 0

Information: To gain levels, you need to complete tasks given to you by the Demon of the Past. Levels will be granted based on the difficulty of the task given. Long-term tasks will be divided up into parts.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it would give you a profession like that."

"Don't worry about it. I would rather serve you than her. Plus, it doesn't say that I'm a slave, so I don't have to do anything I don't want to do, right?"

"No, you don't have to do anything for me."

"I have a question, but your answer can wait until we get out of here. Can you do what you did for me to others?"

"That's actually easy to answer. No, not for a very long time. And even then, I don't think I would."

"Why is that?"

"The cost is too high. It cost me, in total, 120,000,000 stat points to do."

"Do you have any left, and what is your level?"