"Landslide, or no landslide?"

Timothy and his remaining, one-hundred-and-ninety-nine slaves reached a consensus. They weren’t going to kill each other, which at this point he understood that it was a lot to ask for from the slaves that he had created with his own mana. He was even surprised that he convinced them to fight for him, minutes after the slaves tried to start a rebellion all together, but they reached a consensus already, as mentioned.

Timothy hadn’t nearly expected to get attacked by one of his slaves today, but it happened, and so he was trying to catch up with their train of thought. Creations who were too smart for their own good, would logically end up making unique demands, and at some point, the minimal respect they were supposed to give to their master, would become optional. He made a mistake when he made them this intelligent.