The panel in front of me flickered softly, glowing as each offer poured in. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement—not just because of the trades themselves, but because I'd finally come across an offer with real weight to it.
With each world listed, the intrigue in my chest grew deeper.
Xuanyin stood at the top, staring back at me like an old friend in disguise, pulling me in with its aura. I could almost feel its cultivation energy luring me, drawing me closer as though it had known me for eons.
Xuanyin – Multilayered World: 4922-13
A world of layers upon layers, each tier a challenge, each realm a test. Cultivators seek the path to the top, where gods stand and immortals are forged.
I leaned forward, my fingers hovering above the panel. A world of cultivation, with realms stacked like steps to heaven itself. The thought of reaching the peak, of ascending, tempted me far more than I cared to admit.
But before I could finalize anything, other offers continued to pulse beside it, each one offering its own allure.
The next one grabbed my attention just as swiftly, though for a different reason entirely.
Axiom – Robot Apocalypse: 4078-12
A world of machines, where humanity fought and lost against their creations. Now, the few survivors scavenge, while sentient robots plot to rebuild a new world. A place for survivors, robots, and scavengers.
I tilted my head, thinking of the possibilities. A place where survival was a game against machines—a world teetering on the edge of extinction. It might not be the calm peace I'd hoped for, but it could be something more: the chance to rebuild, reclaim, or even conquer and bring it salvation. The challenge called to me like a siren song.
But that, too, faded into the background as another option flared up, and I caught my breath.
Qharis – The Living Labyrinth: 6810-2
A world that rearranges itself daily. Cities shift, mountains walk, and oceans vanish. The planet is sentient, and those who learn its rhythm are rewarded with impossible power. Explorers become rulers, and rulers become prey if they stand still too long.
The imagery alone was enough to make my pulse quicken. A genie world, where the rules of wishes and desires reigned supreme. A place that could be molded into a personal paradise—or a trap of endless bargains. The idea of entering such a world, with its rules twisted by ancient contracts and power, felt like something I could truly sink my teeth into. The allure of manipulating desires, bending the fabric of reality with words—there was nothing more tempting.
But before I could choose, another option flickered. A quiet buzz that almost went unnoticed in the flood of offers. Yet it held an undeniable weight.
[Decline the Trade]
The words hovered before me, clear and simple. But what they represented was a choice that could reshape everything. No trade. No exchange. I wouldn't give away anything—and that was what made me begin to truly think.
"Samira, how much does a world ticket cost?" I said as I adjusted my seating position, my fingers playing with Samira's body. They danced along her velvet-like slit, exploring her freshly crafted flesh, her body subconsciously surrendering to my touch.
"A single world travel ticket currently costs ten thousand capture points," she answered, a light moan of arousal escaping her throat. And a new panel appeared in front of us.
[Points: 12] [Tickets: 0] [Crystal Rank Valuation: D8] [CP: 47]
[Build] [[App]] [Captives] [Drawbacks] [Inventory]
[Slave Trade] [Magic Trade] [Ritual Circles] [Weapon Trade] [General Trade (NEW)] [[World Travel]]
[World Travel] [World Return Ticket]
World Travel Ticket (High-tier magic tool): 10,000CP
Home World Return Ticket (High-tier magic tool): 5,000CP
Temporary World Travel Ticket (Mid-tier magic tool): 3,000CP
Each ticket cost thousands—for just one? When I first came to this world, I didn't really pay attention to the prices. But now, as I looked at the panel, something clicked.
"Samira, decline the trade. I don't want to trade for world travel tickets anymore."
The golden panels flashed, and the offers disappeared. Only the main Trade panel remained, along with the secondary panel now showing the empty trade input interface and the floating keyboard.
I turned away from the panels and looked at the caramel beauty seated on my lap. "Samira, can I directly purchase a ticket for the world I'm currently in?" I asked, fingers stretching her inner walls as I leaned in for a kiss.
Due to our shared kiss, she didn't answer. But a panel appeared beside me.
[Current World: Unnamed World, No. 7682_25] [Crystal Rank Valuation: D+]
[Previous World: Earth (Terra), No. 9267] [Crystal Rank Valuation: E++]
[World Selection] (Random)
[Special World Travel Tickets]:
World Return Ticket (High-tier magic tool) – 10,000CP
A unique ticket that allows the user to travel back to any world they have visited.
Random World Travel Ticket (High-tier magic tool) – 10,000CP
A unique ticket that allows the user to randomly select a world to travel to.
World Travel Ticket (High-tier magic tool) – 20,000CP
A unique ticket that allows the user to use the world selection interface without the randomized feature.
I broke the kiss and stared at the panel—specifically the ticket prices. So I was right. I bet most of those fuckers laid a trap after I accepted the offer.
"Well, well, well… who would've thought they'd be so vile," I muttered, looking at the prices. These used capture points, and the former ones, I now realized, weren't just abbreviated "points" but a separate resource entirely.
Which meant my intuition was right. If I'd accepted any of those offers, I probably would've ended up in some cosmic horror's chains.
"Samira, get up and mount me properly~" I commanded, pulling my fingers from her wet slit.
She hummed softly and obeyed, her body shifting as she straddled me. One hand rested on my shoulder, the other unveiling my lapis-colored cock.
I looked into her eyes, leaned closer. "Maybe I'm being paranoid, but can other... Enslavors enslave each other?"
The words sounded foreign on my tongue, just as my member began to be devoured by her rose-colored slit.
"To my knowledge, there isn't any rule against such actions, Enslavor Zahiris al-Miraj," she replied as she settled down on my lap. "And it might actually be encouraged—as you'd not only gain a large amount of capture points from the Enslavor and his enslaved."
Samira didn't move, just rested with my cock inside her. I didn't expect much movement from her anyway. Instead, I grabbed her waist and began moving her hips myself. "So never trust anyone. Got it. But tell me, Samira, why is this world nameless?"
It might have been an insignificant point to others, but since I'd planned to bring salvation to this world before leaving, I needed to know why it appeared nameless. And what about those trade offers? The realization I might've almost been lured into a trap by multiple otherworldly entities?
I didn't care. That's just how simple I'd become. If I wanted to think about it, I would. If I didn't, I wouldn't. If I wanted to change my trade offer to be for a lesser goddess... Wait. That's actually a good idea.
Samira was fine and all, but I really was missing that proper feminine charm and attention.
"This world should already have a name and isn't truly nameless," she said, her voice light and silken as she let Zahiris move her body to his will, his grip firm on her waist. Her stomach bulged slightly as he willed himself to grow within her, stretching her from the inside. Her breath caught, but her expression stayed serene, deferential—made for service. "But I'm assuming you're wondering why it doesn't have a display name shown in the interface, yes?"
He didn't answer. He didn't need to. His eyes were locked on hers, the heat between them pulsing like a heartbeat.
"That's because this world has yet to be officially claimed as an Enslavor's territory. Thus, it hasn't been given a name~" she purred, shifting her hips slightly to accommodate his deepening thrusts. Her body responded to his command as though molded for it—soft, obedient, and utterly his.
"But…" she continued, the word drawn out like a tease, "if you wish, I can place a request to Mother. A formal quest that, once completed, would place this world directly under your rule." Her fingers traced along his chest. "You'd become its recognized master. Its name would be chosen by you. And the world would be marked in the system as Zahiris al-Miraj's territory. Official. Untouchable."
Zahiris paused mid-thrust, his gaze sharpening. The idea was more than just appealing—it was necessary. This world might be a backwater, forgotten by most, but he could feel its potential pulsing beneath the surface like buried gold. A world unnamed was a world unwatched. A world unclaimed was a world vulnerable… or conquerable.
"And what would the quest entail?" he asked as he pulled her down hard on his lap, burying himself entirely, her inner walls clenching from the sudden impact.
"That would depend on the world's resistance," Samira whispered, voice shaky now with pleasure and reverence. "Some worlds simply need a blood rite and a stabilization circle carved into their core… others require submission of their native apex lifeforms or deities, if any exist. But no matter the cost, Mother always favors ambition. You are, after all, her son by right of conquest."
Zahiris smirked, a crooked grin pulling at his lips. "Then prepare the request."
"As you command, Zahiris," she moaned, and her eyes briefly rolled back as she mentally accessed the interface. A faint glow shimmered across her irises.
[Request Submitted to Mother: World Claim Quest]
[World: No. 7682_25]
[Status: Pending review – estimated response time: 00:12:14]
[Recommended Subjugation Method: Ritual Suppression / Core Binding]
[World Threat Level: Unknown]
[Dominion Reward: Full naming rights + native CP yield doubled]
[Note: World currently unmonitored—ideal for experimentation and private development.]
As the panel faded, Zahiris leaned back with a satisfied exhale, still buried inside her. The tension in his body didn't fade. Instead, it began to shift—sharpening, refining. His mind raced now. No more randomness. No more stumbling through offers like a beggar at the gates of fate. He would own this world. Shape it. Drain it. Worshipped or feared—he didn't care.
His fingers lazily traced up the arch of Samira's spine as her body clung to him, her breath hot against his neck. For a moment, he said nothing, his eyes focused on the faint glow of the interface still lingering at the corner of his vision.
Then his voice cut through the silence like a blade slipping between ribs. "You said naming a world means it's claimed."
Samira tilted her head slightly, licking her lips, still basking in the afterglow of his dominance. "Yes, Zahiris. A named world is under the domain of an Enslavor. The naming is both declaration and brand."
His eyes narrowed. "Then tell me this—my previous world. Earth. Or *Terra*, as it's written in the panel. That means someone's already claimed it, doesn't it?"
Samira stilled. Not in fear, but in a rare moment of caution. "Yes," she said slowly, her voice losing some of its playful lilt. "Earth is… under domain. The name Terra is registered and locked in the system. That world's been owned for longer than you have existed in flesh."
Zahiris stared at her, and she could feel the faint tremble beneath his skin—not from doubt, but fury contained behind bone and blood.
"Who?" he asked. "Whose mark does it bear?"
Samira hesitated for just a moment too long, and that was answer enough.
"…You're not supposed to say, are you?"
"I can't," she admitted, lowering her eyes. "It's one of the protected names, Zahiris. Beyond my clearance. Even Mother's interface shields it from being spoken freely unless you already possess the authority. What I can tell you is… it isn't under any Enslavor's domain. Not officially."
His gaze sharpened. "Then it's unclaimed?"
Samira shook her head slowly, her voice quiet. "No. Not unclaimed. Just… abandoned. The one who held it either died or defected—joined one of the other factions—" Her words twisted midway, as if reality itself rejected the truth. A sudden burst of static overtook the name she tried to speak, a distortion that made Zahiris' skin prickle.
He didn't ask her to repeat it.
Instead, his eyes returned to the panel hovering before him. The fading glow of the last interface was still present, but a new sequence had begun to form—crisp, golden lines racing across the display like veins of ambition.
[Request Submitted to Mother: World Claim Quest]
[World: No. 7682_25]
[Status: Approved – Countdown Initiated]
[Time Limit: 100 Years (Local Cycle)]
[Remaining Time: 100:00:00:00:00 (Y:D:H:M:S)]
[Recommended Subjugation Method: Ritual Suppression / Core Binding]
[World Threat Level: Unknown]
[Dominion Reward: Full Naming Rights + Native CP Yield Doubled]
[Note: World currently unmonitored—ideal for experimentation and private development. New Enslavors will be dispatched upon expiration of time limit.]
Zahiris leaned forward, his reflection caught in the mirrored edge of the panel. The time limit ticked down in faint, merciless pulses—each second a heartbeat of destiny.
One hundred years.
Zahiris's fingers curled around Samira's waist, his grip firm but not cruel—possessive, dominant. He lifted her with ease, then guided her back down, the heat of their union slick and steady, slow enough to savor but deep enough to claim. Samira shuddered in obedient pleasure, her breath catching each time he pulled her flush against him.
"Will that be all, Enslavor Zahiris al-Miraj?" she whispered, the words quivering on her tongue like a ritual offering.
"You've served well," he muttered into her ear, voice low and rough. "But we're far from done."
She trembled, body eager to be used, her interface flickering at the edge of her vision.
"Open the Trade Input menu," he commanded.
At once, a soft chime echoed in the air around them, and a luminous panel shimmered into view to their side. The border glowed with faint golden runes, almost reverent in appearance. At the top, embossed in regal script that pulsed with living light, the words appeared:
[Welcome to General Trading, dear Enslavor. What would you be trading today?]