Of no surprise to Jack, it had not taken more than a minute for system to recognize that he was now counted among the slaver kind, with his own sentient property acquired finally acquired, thus notification he quietly read:

  Slavemaster: Like any other being recognizing their ever growing might under the wing of the all encompassing system, it was only a matter of time before said being comes to the conclusion that some are more equal than others, and as such deserve special treatment. Be it pampering or servicing ones carnal desires, those weaker than you would no doubt revel in the opportunity to meet your needs. And those that would not do so willingly? Might as well serve by way of conquest. Welcome among the wicked and depraved, slavemaster.

  "Heh, forgot how sassy some of the fluff texts can get." Jack snickered under his breath as he lead the six women behind him. Soon enough though he stopped, having deemed the distance far enough from the river and the place they had stopped good enough for what he had planned.

  "Master?" quietly and with a question in her tone, Valante as the most curious and due to her nature as a fae asked, still cautious not to draw the ire of her new master at the audacity to question him.

  "Right, the most important issue first." Jack turned towards the six women as he spoke, immediately noticing a tremble in the forms of the women, no doubt used to heavy reprimands at their audacity to speak up. "Asking questions if fine. Whether I will answer or not, that's a whole different beast altogether. How else are you to learn to be proper maids and all that jazz if not by asking." he continued to move as he explained, withdrawing one item after another from his storage ring, creating a makeshift camp as he did so.

  Once a rather sizeable bath- easily fitting three people- was pulled out, he provided addition orders. "Strip." then proceeded to fill up said bath with water he could draw from the rather humid air with ease, heating it to a pleasant warmth as well.

  His order had been carried out immediately, with the six quickly shedding their ragged clothes and standing in a line with clearly dirty cloth strip wrapped around their breasts to limit the shaking and jiggling. Worse yet, they had no panties whatsoever, though their half naked state failed to invoke even the slightest bit of arousal in Jack. Their were, as Jack had already noticed, heavily starved, with ribs clearly poking out, as well as numerous scars littering their bodies from countless beatings and punishments.

  "Fully." he added and the rags holding their breasts also were thrown away, leaving the six entirely naked in the line.

  Once the bath was full, Jack turned his attention towards the women. "I hope you are familiar with soap?" he asked after receiving vigorous nods and "Yes master!", he continued quickly creating a couple of soap bars with antibacterial properties. "Good. use the water here to wash up." he pulled a few additional buckets from his storage ring- don't ask why he had them there- and filled those with water as well. "Wash each other with the water in the buckets and the soap here, then once clean three of you will get in the bath and soak for at least a full duration of this" he pointed towards a small sand clock in appearing in his hand.

  "The remaining three will wait for their turn wrapped in these towels once also clean." He continued, providing six towels- one for each girl. "I expect information about Avalente and the common sense around here while the three girls who are not soaking in the bath are waiting. More will come later." He turned away from the six once they began doing as told, murmuring under his breath "Heaven protect the bastard who owned them before me. I will have a word.", all while already picturing a fair number of rather sadistic ways to inflict pain. 'Should have dragged one of those ants with me.' he thought with a tinge of regret while he set up a table for cooking, numerous light ingredients arrayed before him that he had collected during his trek through the jungle.

  As he began preparing the ingredients he could also hear the activity behind him, with the women doing as told, even helping each other scrub themselves clean, efficiently suing the soap, water and washcloths he had left. Unexpectedly, soon enough he heard Sindu's voice as she begun speaking about Avalente, the local customs and common sense. It was always going to be Sindu, Jack realized, having already somewhat figured out her english was better than the rest.

  "By the way, how comes only you speak this language as well, while there rest, while capable of using it, feel quite awkward with its use? is it not the slave language here?" Jack asked as he dropped neatly cut vegetables into pot, already filled with boiling water and half done meat, adding a few spices a few moments later, all while listening to Sindu's explanation.

  "As I already mentioned, the beastmen rule these lands, with most humans and the like being second class citizens or slaves. What few gifted are summoned are also made into slaves and since english as you called it, is spoken by a large number of them, the language somewhat took over as the main way of communication among them and their descendents. And most of the people who escaped from slavery and are living out there somewhere within their own communities speak it too. As for the rest, they are either descendants of slaves born within city and taken away and sold to new masters soon after birth, or speak some other gifted language and had started learning it relatively recently."

  "I have to ask. What's with your name and features? They don't seem to mesh well." Jack asked.

  "Master?"

  "Sindu is not at all a slavic name, something your blonde hair and blue eyes hint to."

  "Ah, I have a bit of elven blood in my veins, hence the colour of my hair and eyes."

  "No pointy ears though?" Jack asked, his head turned and eyes locked on her hair as it concealed just mentioned ears.

  "No pointy ears." Sindu confirmed, one hand moving her locks away, revealing perfectly normal human ear, a hint doubt and slight self loathing flickering in her eyes as she added "Only exceptionally pure blooded elves have ears like that. It is an important sign of a beauty among their kind."

  "You will be pretty enough once I am done fixing you, mark my words." Jack spoke with confidence as he stirred the pot, mouth watering aroma slowly filling their surroundings.

  "We are done. Time to switch." Jack heard Valentes voice drifting over, a sense of loss within it. "It was.... Heavenly." she mumbled, clearly dreaming of another go already.

  "Off you go. The bath awaits." Jack turned towards the six women, all wrapped in their towels, with three of them smelling of herbs and medicine- the nice and pleasant smell. "You three wait here while I check they have everything correct." Jack ordered the ones fresh from bath while leading Sindu and the twins to the bath, checking the medicinal level in the bath while slightly reheating the water. Once the second trio was in water and soaking, he returned to his previous station, finalizing the stew he had made and setting it just a bit to the side to let it sit for a while and cool down.

  "Let's get you dressed properly then, shall we." Jack spoke, rubbing his hands as he worked out the proper maid dress design he wanted right now. A few minutes later, he got to work, his eyes having already recorded the measurements of the girls. First, he started with simple, yet elegant and comfortable lingerie, ensuring that comfort and lightly sensual visual appeal, while maintaining ease of use. Once that was handed over, he proceeded with the maid outfits. A simple, victorian style black underdress with white front side, ensuring modesty and proper coverage while maintaining the maid theme of black and white colour scheme. Easy to wear, clean and maintain. The relatively poor physical state of girls was also mostly concealed as Jack had no desire to either see their malnourished bodies exposed like that- ten times so because it was not his fault- nor was he inclined to put extra mental strain on the girls by having more eyes on them than necessary with plenty of skin exposed. With these outfits, only their palms and faces were revealed- modesty and efficiency.

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  Jack waited until the trio outside the bath got dressed, inspecting for any flaws and deficiencies in the outfits, requesting the girls to perform various movements and poses to test his creations.

  "No discomfort? Any at all?" he asked several times, only stopping once he was sure his work was flawless. "Good. Let's wait for Sindu and the twins. meanwhile, you can continue where Sindu left off. You heard our conversation no doubt?"

  "Yes master." Replied Valente, beginning her own recount of about Avalente, filling out aspects Sindu had not been spoken about either because she did not reach them or was not all that aware of.

  Thanks to Sindu and Valente, Jack soon formed a general understanding about the city closest to him and the way it worked. As far as he understood, the city could best be described as a united camp of several warlords and their hordes, with the most important decisions voted on by the representatives of each warlord. Or one could say that several major clans ruled the city, their speakers ensuring favourable conditions for their own side.

  The ruling elites of the city would form expeditions into the wild- raids that captured and enslaved whatever they encountered and could take on, no matter the race or affiliation of the victims. And if what the girls said was true, most large settlements worked like that in these parts, with the strongest sometimes clashing with each other, losing large number of their inhabitants during such large scale wars. Still, actual wiping out of said large cities never really occurred. Jack reasoned those wars were a way to control the population of the cities, ensuring they could be maintained and controlled. Too large a population would inevitably demand more space, pushing them into territories that could provoke too dangerous monsters inhabiting them.

  There were times of safe travel across the endless grassland. Seasons when none of the cities roamed the endless steppe, allowing both merchants and people searching for a new life to travel around, often times settling in another city altogether. That was also when mercenaries would move between cities, making a name for themselves and spreading it around, with many hoping to earn a place among the ruling clans of the largest and most powerful cities, ensuring that both coin and women would always be at hand.

  "We are done master." eventually, Valente's explanation was interrupted, with Sindu and the twins joining, their bodies wrapped in the towels they were given as their gazes moved towards the other three girls, inspecting their new attires from head to toes. Obviously, before proceeding, just like with the first three, Jack made the same outfits for Sindu and the twins, doing the same tests as before, only stopping when he was sure everything was perfect.

  "Now that that is taken care of, let's start fixing your condition. Can't have my servants look like some common trash, unkept and half starved." Jack spoke, filling six bowls with the stew he had made. "Eat slowly. You can ask for a second bowl afterwards as well, though no more at the moment. Have to take it slow and let your bodies slowly recover." he explained, slowly cleaning up the temporary campsite, leaving behind no traces of their temporary stay, all while keeping an eye on the girls, warning them not to rush a couple of times.

  Soon enough, the meal was finished and the group was ready to move on, some slight traces of tears still lingering on the faces of the six. They had shed a few tears as they ate, both enjoying the mild and gentle taste as well the filling sense of satiation once they were done. Could they have eaten more if given the chance? Most definitely, their bodies and minds conditioned to almost fight for every scrap given, but now, were not only given plenty to eat, there had been no sense of danger of loosing their meal, just reassuring words and orders to even slow down, lest they risk hurting themselves more.

  "A rather important thing I need to know." Jack spoke once they were ready to leave "Besides those ugly slave collars you were wearing, what other ways there are to recognize one's status as someone's slave within the city? "

  "It's the colour of the accessories themselves. Be it actual slave collars like we had, or thick black arm braces does not matter. All but rings in the same dark colour marks one as someone's slave." Sindu explained.

  "Good to know. Any rules about harming someone else's slaves?" Jack then asked.

  "Generally you can't touch slaves unless they are yours, though guards will often turn a blind eye so long you have serious backing and the slave was not crippled or outright killed. Masters don't take kindly to their property being mangled or outright killed without their say." Sindu replied with clear pain in her eyes- someone she knew had no doubt been killed with such 'preemptive permission'.

  "Alright then." Jack nodded, "Accessories, but not clothes. I understood it correctly, yes?"

  "Indeed so master. The colour of ones clothes are still all acceptable and have no deeper meaning. Aside from certain symbols used by the ruling clans." she replied, then explaining in detail about each of the clan and their symbol of choice- their coat of arms.

  Rak-Thor clan. The wolfmen, with their leader Rungwald the Bloody, had chosen a symbol of black wolf jaws with red blood dripping from them, framed on a golden disk. This clan was particularly skilled in small scale group skirmishes, using their incredibly good teamwork to take down enemies much more skilled than themselves individually. Of course, Rungwald himself was incredibly skilled, allowing the wolfman to contend with other leaders in one on one combat.

  Win-Rund clan. Rabbit beastmen, with their leader Nurmalak the Swift, had chosen a stylized symbol of wind on a large field of grass, dominated by the green grass and the silver wind. Their speed was the greatest among the clans, allowing them to serve as both scouts and messengers during the raids the main clans joined hands at. Just like with Rungwald, Nurmalak the Swift was also incredibly capable duelist, putting him on the same level as other clan heads.

  Maarg-Nume clan. Bear beastmen with their leader Zunke the Mighty. Their coat of arms was made up of two, dark brown paws splitting a snow covered mountain peak. LIke one would expect, they were the typical power types, with all brawn and little brain, making them the most powerful line breakers. They also seemed to be particularly keen on full plate armor setups, making them walking tanks. It was only their limited intelligence and high individuality that kept them claiming a lone ownership of the city.

  Last, but not least came the Sol-Char clan. Fox beastmen with Nurika Manastorm as their matron. Their coat of arms was a white six-tailed fox on dark blue disk. Sol-Char clan was mostly merchants, ensuring that the clan had their supplies and the rest of the population could get their needs met- for the appropriate price of course. What elevated them to the level of a ruling clan however was not their penchant for trade, but their affinity with magic. That and their seemingly natural charm that transcended the bounds of race, making their members quite the desired choice as either a partner or concubine- be it male foxkin beastmen of female.

  There came another important piece of information. There seemed to be no hybrids among the beastmen races. If crossbred, the child was always of the same race as the mother, giving women quite the influence within city. Still, the nature of men always shined through, with the strongest of combatants from the ruling clans be males- all but Nurika of the foxkin beastmen. Still, while pure combat power was held by men, it was their wives that controlled the political world. It was also the women who had multiple husbands. At least as far as the leading clans went, with men being married into other clans and due to children being born the same race as the mother.

  "What about your previous master?" Jack asked as the group began heading in the direction of the town, with Valente- a funny name with how close the fae had hers to the city itself, Jack had to admit- lead the way.

  "A doberman beastman slave trader by the name of Mustar the Sly."

  "Whats with the names by the way? Plenty of titles i hear there." Jack interrupted, a bit confused.

  "Unless one earns a special title, the names consist of individual name and the clan name." Valente spoke from the front, her voice deceptively cheery. If one did not know, they would never guess the woman had been a badly treated slave just a few hours ago.

  "Alright. What of the man then?" Jack returned them back to the initial question, having his second one satisfied.

  "A sly- as the title would suggest- merchant with no bottom line, licking up to all ruling clans and maximizing the profits he could make. Quite cruel and known for both his slyness and cruel slave training methods. Most of the top combat slaves come from his training pens."

  "In my shit list he goes twice over now." Jack hummed, creating six, black colored but elegant chokers, handing them over to the girl one by one. Wear these. Should ensure no fool dares touch you ones words spreads. He did not elaborate further, just waiting for the women to comply- something they did without question or hesitation.

  Jack Raja(?)

  Age- 27

  Species- human(?)

  Level- 30

  Class- Awakened twin aspect of Creation and Destruction(Ex)

  Stats unassigned: +4

  Attributes:

  Strength- 24 (14+7+3)

  Vitality- 23 (12+8+3)

  Dexterity- 21 (15+6)

  Intelligence-15

  Spirit- Spirit- 30 (20+10)

  Skills- Wisdom of Creation and destruction(EX), Choice of the creator(EX), Eyes of procurer(EX), Matter storage(EX), Arukain language(C), Spark of inspiration(EX), Origin of matter(EX), Unbound by laws of the lessers(EX), The end made manifest(EX).

  Spells- none.

  Titles(unlocked): The real Monster, Big Game Hunter, The brilliant rookie, The insane Solo. Monster debugger.The actor. Executioner. Survivor. Pioneer, Record breaker.The new champion supreme. Slavemaster.

  Gear: amulet +2 vit: weapon- Gundao+3 str. Rings- spatial storage,