[Congratulations on acquiring the skill Mana Weaver.]
Mana Weaver (B+): You can sense mana around you and merge your own mana with it to use it, effectively boosting the strength of your spells and also the efficiency.
'So it's a passive skill?' Amon thought as he looked around him but didn't see much of a difference.
But that was just his sight.
He could sense Mona right beside him and he could also sense something inside Yulan. It felt similar to when he used his spider silk to sweep rooms and corridors but it was much more instinctive.
He didn't have to control the strands anymore as they acted like a part of his body, moving on their own and sending information autonomously.
'Feels like the the whole room is a part of my body? nah.. it's similar but different…' he frowned as he tried to make sense of what he was feeling but those thoughts went down the drain when he focused on Mona.
The corners of his lips twitched as he understood what was going on.
Mana was everywhere just like air but it also permeated solid objects like walls. The only difference was the concentration and structure of mana.
As a Mana Weaver, the mana around him acted like a second sense of touch which allowed him to feel every single curve of Miss Mona.
And also the man he wished to kill, Yulan.
'Why's he hard though… getting excited from the thought of death?' Amon asked himself as he stared at Yulan for a few seconds before sighing.
While the skill upgrade was great, it lost it's ability to control people or sneakily deal damage. It leaned more towards magic instead of physical stuff.
With a sigh, he kicked Yulan hard before pointing down at the floor, "Sit."
"Y-yes sir." Yulan yelped, his voice high like a school girl's as he dropped to his knees while looking up at Amon.
"Do you wish to live or die?" Amon asked as he scrolled through his shop. Market was tossed to the side as he did not believe he could find what he'd need.
'Three hundred stream points…' he mused as he bought the item in his screen.
A blank parchment appeared in his hand and soon, words began to form on it's surface. Amon kept his eyes closed while he wrote up the contract using his mana.
"Drop your blood on this and I'll let you live." he said as he tossed the parchment on the floor, "As my slave for a year. After that, you can be free."
Yulan grit his teeth and picked up the parchment. He wasn't new to slave contracts as that was his main business but this parchment was different from the one he usually used.
Amon didn't mention anything about the slave trading board, stamps, badges, nothing. He just gave him a parchment paper and told him to drip his blood on it.
"Umm… don't you need my fingerprint?" he asked as he looked up from the parchment even before he read the contents, only to panic and add, "Sir."
"Just your blood." Amon said calmly as he took a puff of smoke and looked at Mona who was technically visible to him now. He moved his gaze naturally, moving past her like he was trying to search for her.
He still did not trust her and for his own safely and the safety of his loved ones, being careful was better than running around and yelling about his trump cards.
Yulan used a small blade in his pocket to draw blood from his finger before he let the droplet to fall onto the parchment.
The moment it made contact, the blood was instantly absorbed. Red chain-like patterns appeared around the parchment like borders before extending towards Yulan's neck.
Illusory red chains circled around Yulan's neck while the parchment moved closer until it touched his skin. The moment it did, everything seemed to disappear.
The red chains and the parchment felt like a part of a dream but when Yulan's gaze landed on Amon, he knew that it wasn't.
1) You will obey every single command from Amon, your master.
2) You will not think or act in an attempt to harm Amon, your master.
3) You will not expose Amon, your master's secrets.
Those were the only three rules in the contract and he had already signed it. He just knew that he had.
He swallowed his saliva as he looked up at Amon, 'Please don't kill me… please don't kill me…'
"On your feet." Amon said and Yulan stood up instantly. It was like his body had moved before his brain had even processed the information.
"Heh, it works. To think that I'd go from making a plan to sneak away with her to thinking about starting a gang war that might just end one of them." he muttered as he chuckled.
The key to his plan, stood right in front of him.
"So… Yulan, my favourite slave. Here's wnat I want you to do…."
*******
Men from the Gobara Gang ran all around the green zone, trying to find their cowardly young master. Bora Gobara, the current boss of the Gobara gang, stood outside the hotel while trying his best to hide his worried.
Yulan was a useless kid but he was still his kid.
A familiar bald man ran towards Bora while yelling, "Boss!! We found the young master! The boys are taking him to a healer!"
Bora frowned, only for the frown to turn into a glare a few seconds later, "How bad is his condition?"
"A stab to his abdomen. We don't know if his organs have been pierced, boss." the bald man said as he growled angrily, "It was the Red Baron bastards!!"
Bora took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh, "Tell everyone to grab their weapons. We've been peaceful for long enough. If they want war, we'll give them war."
Saying that, he paused for a moment, "Where's Yulan?"
"Safehouse four, sir."
Without needing any other information, Bora crouched. His muscles flexed under his perfectly ironed black pants, ripping them.
With a loud boom, he was high up in the air while the concrete shattered where he stood.
Amon who was leisurely smoking on a rooftop, smiled, "Well, looks like it's begun… now to take advantage of it… hmm."