Chương 7: A Slave's Planning

Michael hums to himself, unaware of the area around him. He brings with him ledgers, or what could pass off as such. Duke Vincent, would it have been anyone else but him would not have allowed access. Fortunately, most live with the fact that a slave wearing a slave collar cannot disobey or betray their master. Duke Vincent has lived for so long with such a fact that, it's practically programmed to his brain.

Michael though agrees that something like that is understandable. After all unlike most species out there, human magic isn't innate. It's something to be learned, unfortunately for humans. The art of doing so is gone, destroyed with the death of human nobles and the burning of their libraries.

Most runes now? are mostly copied. With most of the world's inhabitants not knowing either its function or rules. Michael was only lucky to be born with his eyes, capable of seeing the runes as a program and with it adjusting accordingly to accommodate my design.

Michael smiles to himself as he then thought in amusement. 'How unfortunate, for them. If only Duke Vincent bought himself a normal slave.' He then enters his quarters and lets the ledgers down to his desk. He looks at it and smiles as he thought, 'I can't believe Duke Vincent believed that bullshit about checking his records for inconsistencies.'

He then remembers his order as a burning rage roars within him and a single burning thought enters him, 'He will pay all that he is due' Michael then shakes his head, as he rebukes himself for wasting time. He opens the ledger as he reads the fortune the man has accumulated.

'Damn, five million gold coins? Just from the constant reselling of human artifacts?' Michael then hurriedly swipes to the next page, 'The total liquid assets is about one million gold coins. All of which was stored at his vault, as his emergency fund' Michael taps his chin as he nods to himself, 'I guess I'll be taking those coins with my improved collar, the storage will be more than capable of taking in this much volume.'

Michael then takes out a chest, one which is filled to brim with runes. Michael then takes out four things, a mask, a gun, a metallic bracelet and a ring. Michael smiles with great satisfaction as he looks at his seven years worth of money and programming. Michael wears the ring as the feeling of power fills him, he then thought to himself 'It seems the power ring is working as intended.'

He clenches his fist as he punches, the gust of wind that follows was a testament to the strength the ring gives him. He unclenches his fist as he tries to get used to the rush of power before he shakes his head 'It's best if I don't use it too much, I can't have the ring fail on me as I escape.'

His eyes light up to look at its programming, 'Everything seems to be in order, the bone and muscle reinforcement coding seems fine, while the brain and eye powerup I put in seems to be in working order. though I wonder if the regeneration will be working as intended, after all, I cant have all this power-up without the cells to sustain it.

He then puts the ring back before taking out the mask. He walks in front of a mirror before wearing it, as he does so his face changes. His deep black eyes now blue along with all of his other facial features contorting to that of a different young boy.

He turns back and looks at the mirror, thinking to himself, 'Magic is so bullshit, I can't believe this actually worked.' He holds unto his face, only to feel the mask against his hand. 'The amount of work I had to do was ridiculous.' He traces the edges of his mask, 'And it all seemed to have paid off soo well.

He removes it as he softly chuckles to himself. He then ruminates on what to do as takes out the mask off his head 'I am quite sure Duke Vincent wouldn't want me during the ball for his successor.' He then takes the gun out of the chest, or what would pass off as a handgun. 'That will be the time where I strike,' He opens up the handgun, inspecting it up close.

'It took a lot of trial and error for the gun to actually work,' He opens up the inside, 'It isn't even nowhere close to an actual handgun, the trigger is just a way to connect the runes to the bullet.' He looks to its side, a small lever sticks out 'Then there's it's different modes.' The gun then lights up as the bullet automatically entered the gun's magazine.

He then opens the magazine as he watches the bullet before taking one out, 'Everything seems to be in order, the gun seems to be working and the bullets are already inscribed with runes.' He put it all back to the magically secured chest he notices the bracelet

He smiles to himself as he tears up 'It's been seven years, years of unending servitude to a man who never truly valued my worth' He plays with bracelet between his fingers 'But with this masterpiece, a bracelet with every cheat function I can think off, I'll be able to do anything.' He lets it back down as his eyes were filled with fire, 'I'll wear it, once I can call myself a free man.' A few seconds pass as he holds the bracelet, he sighs

'Well, we better get started then.' He takes the programming stone off the chest as he slams into the ground, his eyes lighting up in a dark hue. Then suddenly Dark runes slither from the stone, lighting up in a dark hue. The power pulsing around it only urges a smile from Michael's face as he spoke.

"Oh yeah, It's all coming together."

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