Ritual Of Hortus

"P-Please spare me!" A rank 1 drug dealer, who used to overlook tens of thousands of lives and kill as he pleased prostrated on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Spare us, oh great lord!"

"Mercy! Have Mercy!"

"…"

Varian looked at the fifteen-odd rank 1s in front of him and clicked his tongue.

There were originally over thirty in the dark side of Ubiq. But Varian ended up killing half of them since the patrolling powerhouses were nearby. The rest, he managed to capture.

He thought over what he should do with them. Kill? Sure, that's the default option.

But could he do anything else?

Enslaving them wasn't really an option since he's just a Rank 1 Spirit.

"Whatever happens, don't expect a good ending." Varian scowled at the bastards who made the lives of Ubiq hell and waved his hand.