93: Chapter 0093 Female Slave

He frowned, and a Wizards Hand, glowing with a faint blue rune halo, was released. His fingertip lightly touched the edge of the opponent's mask, slowly revealing her face.

A pale yet exquisitely beautiful face was exposed under the moonlight. The rune lamp outside the testing area cast dappled shadows across her features.

Her eyebrows were slender, her nose bridge straight, and her lips were pale from blood loss, yet her refinement was undeniable.

Especially those eyes, currently misty with pain, were cold and fragile.

Her beauty was in no way inferior to Felina or Gelia.

Li Size fell silent.

Kill? Or not kill?

Li Size bit his lower lip; his heart was engaged in a fierce internal battle.

She had nearly taken his life just moments ago.

Leaving her alive would surely lead to endless future trouble.

But...

His gaze swept over her face and body once more.

To kill such a peerlessly beautiful female assassin with such strange skills seemed...

A bit wasteful?

Suddenly, he remembered an item he carried with him:

That slave contract scroll he had obtained by chance earlier but never had the opportunity to use.

It was a magical contract tool woven with ancient binding runes, capable of linking to the target's spiritual core, ensuring absolute submission.

Without further hesitation, he quickly took out the scroll and materialized it before him.

"Hey," he said calmly, "If you want to live, sign this slave contract."

The female assassin struggled to raise her eyes, her gaze shifting between him and the scroll.

After a few breaths of silence, she nodded very lightly.

The scroll instantly activated, and a phantom, bright rune beam extended from the contract to her brow.

Her body trembled slightly, instinctively wanting to resist, but in the end, she closed her eyes, allowing the power to invade her spiritual core.

A moment later, the beam dissipated, and the contract was established.

From this moment on, her life, freedom, and will—

All rested in the hands of this one man.

Li Size slowly exhaled, put away his 'Fatal Shot,' and walked over to squat beside her.

Li Size squatted down, his gaze falling on the wound on her abdomen, and asked:

"Can you still walk?"

His voice carried no discernible emotion.

She tried to move, but the wound on her abdomen began to bleed again, causing her to grimace.

"...No."

Li Size said nothing more. His arm muscles tensed, and he reached out, hoisting her up in a fireman's carry.

Her body stiffened momentarily but she did not struggle.

"Don't move around."

His tone was flat.

"Your life belongs to me now. You aren't allowed to die without my permission."

With that, he turned and walked toward the testing area while holding her.

The night remained tranquil, as if nothing had happened.

Only the small patches of blood remaining on the ground and the residual energy waves lingering in the air hinted at the life-or-death encounter that had just occurred.

And some things had quietly changed.

After returning to the testing area, Li Size gently laid the female assassin onto the testing platform engraved with anti-fouling runes.

The surface of the platform was cold, hard, and clean, reflecting the dim rune lights overhead, creating a solemn atmosphere.

He took out the high-quality zero-ring healing potion he had meticulously refined. The potion emitted a faint blue glow within the rune-glass bottle, and the life runes flowing around the bottle seemed to pulse slowly.

The zero-ring healing potion was a Zero-Ring Sorcery potion containing life-element energy factors. When applied, it could instantly activate the life energy around the wound.

It could stop bleeding quickly, and a faint green rune halo would appear on the wound surface, continuously nourishing the tissue.

Minor scratches would scab over and fall off within ten minutes, and even deep, bone-visible wounds could achieve initial healing within an hour without scarring. It was an essential emergency magical tool for a Wizard Apprentice.

He had intended to hand the potion directly to the female assassin.

But when he looked down, she was already semi-conscious, with only faint awareness remaining and shallow, rapid breathing. She was completely incapable of holding the vial herself, let alone applying the medicine.

Seeing the blood rapidly flowing from the wound, staining her torn clothes, Li Size's heart tightened.

This was his very first female slave. If the bleeding wasn't stopped soon, she would likely die from excessive blood loss.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm.

The female assassin's figure was shapely, and even under severe injury, her allure was hard to conceal. A strange flutter rose in Li Size's heart, but he quickly suppressed this distracting thought.

He told himself he had to act immediately.

Li Size reached out, his fingers trembling slightly, and carefully tore open her clothes...

The exposed wound was covered with fragments of cloth and shrapnel.

He was truly doing this to prevent any unclean residue from being enveloped by the healing wound later, which could cause infection or complications.

He repeatedly emphasized this reason internally to mask his nervousness.

He used clean water and gauze from the side to carefully clean the wound, his movements gentle yet decisive. Every drop of blood was wiped away, every piece of shrapnel was picked out, for fear of leaving any hidden danger.

Fortunately, the female assassin had managed to dodge vital areas during the attack; only fragments from the edge of the shotgun blast had struck her.

Although the wound was deep, no critical organs were injured. Otherwise, this perfect body might truly have been ruined.

Li Size mused internally whether he should avoid using shotgun-type weapons when dealing with girls in the future.

It would be too much of a pity if such a masterpiece were ruined.

This cleaning process was exceptionally agonizing for him. Her skin felt smooth to the touch, and every contact accelerated his heartbeat, but he constantly reminded himself:

She was his female slave anyway; there would be plenty of opportunities later. The most important thing now was to heal her first; he couldn't lose the big picture for the sake of a small indulgence.

Relying on this psychological suggestion, Li Size successfully suppressed his inner urges and focused on the treatment.

He slowly smeared the healing potion onto the wound. The potion took effect immediately, and the wound began to close at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ultimately, he made a decision that was better than being a beast: prioritizing saving a life over satisfying personal desire; thus, he successfully pulled his female slave assassin back from the brink of death.

Watching her breathing gradually stabilize and her complexion regain color, Li Size let out a sigh of relief.

About half an hour later, the female assassin slowly woke up and regained consciousness. Her head felt somewhat heavy, and a slight soreness spread through her limbs.

She blinked, adjusting to the dim light in the testing room. The first thing that came into view was Li Size's focused and sharp gaze near the testing platform.

He was staring intently at her body, as if examining a precious experimental subject.

A chill ran through her heart, and memories flooded back like a tide, making her suddenly recall everything that happened before she lost consciousness.

That sudden attack, Li Size's counter, and the strange energy released by that slave scroll.

A peculiar yet intense feeling surged from her spiritual core, as if the binding runes on the slave contract had transformed into invisible chains wrapping around her will:

I must completely submit to this man and give him everything!

She knew this was the mental distortion effect of the slave contract scroll (Note: A magical contract that forcibly implants absolute loyalty using ancient binding runes).

But she couldn't muster the slightest resistance; instead, she felt an inexplicable sense of peace and longing.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the testing platform, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she asked softly:

"Master, may I get up?"

Her voice trembled slightly, yet it was filled with obedience.

Li Size nodded, his expression calm.

He turned, opened the storage cabinet secured with a rune lock, took out a clean, white testing robe (Note: Woven with enchanted cotton thread and bearing a subtle warming rune), and gently draped it over her.

Her night clothes were already torn, and being covered by the loose robe made her feel somewhat warm.

Li Size's movements were calm and meticulous, as if caring for his own possession.

Afterward, Li Size sat on a chair beside the testing platform, tapped the surface with his fingers, and asked her about some information he cared about, his tone peaceful yet carrying unquestionable authority.