Arin Falk, a cold and calculated young man from modern-day Germany, always viewed China as the core of global decay—economically, politically, and socially. One night, a mysterious message appeared on his screen:

> “Click if you deserve dominion.”



He clicked.

Moments later, he awakens in a parallel world where China has fallen, its people enslaved and stripped of status, exported as servants and laborers to other nations. Arin, for reasons unknown, is immediately granted the title of a Third-Tier Master, a high-ranking enforcer in the global slave hierarchy.

In this brutal system, every act of humiliation or execution against a Chinese slave earns him Master Points, bringing him closer to the ultimate rank: Supreme Master of Dominion.

But Arin isn’t just surviving—he thrives. He enjoys it. With each drop of blood spilled, each broken will, his influence grows.
The world watches him.
And he intends to show them what true power looks like.

This is not a story of redemption.
This is the rise of a man who found the perfect world for his darkness.

The sun in this world didn't rise like it did back home.


Here, it bled across the sky—burnt orange and metallic red, like it too had witnessed too much.


Arin Falk stood at the balcony of his office on the 99th floor of the Eastern Subjugation Tower, overlooking Sector 14: the largest Chinese slave district in the Western Alliance.


The streets below were crawling with lines of uniformed slaves. No voices. No protest.


Just silence and order. The kind of silence that only comes after generations of total defeat.


Behind him, his assistant AI—named Sable—hovered quietly.


> "Sir, your current rank is Master Tier-III. Only three individuals in the Eastern Quadrant outrank you.


However, you are gaining ground. Especially after yesterday's… performance."


Arin smirked. "Upload the footage to my Dominion Profile. Edit it with the scream reverb boost."


> "Already done. Viewer count has exceeded 8.7 million. You've been flagged for highlight review on DominionNet."


He turned. "Good. Let them see what mastery looks like."


An hour later, Arin entered the Council of Enforcement, a massive dark hall where ten other high-ranking Masters gathered once a week to compare scores and trade punishment techniques.


At the center was a massive Scoreboard of Tyrants, updated live. Each name etched in gold.


Each point earned through pain, humiliation, obedience.


The Council Leader, a bald man with blue-inked veins under his skin, turned toward him.


> "Lord Falk. You're rising fast. But the top is not given—it's taken."


Laughter echoed through the chamber, but it wasn't mocking. It was welcoming.


Back in his quarters, Arin opened the private log of the MasterScore System.


A hidden tab flickered: "Reward Modules: Unlocked Tiers."


He scrolled through the new ones he'd gained access to:


Pain Echo Chamber – Records the final screams of every kill and plays them as background ambiance.


Psychological Degradation Kit – Includes scripts, costumes, and simulation drugs to fully deconstruct a slave's identity.


Public Spectacle Event – Organize a mass humiliation for over 500 slaves. Bonus points x3.


He hovered over the last one and clicked Schedule Event.


Later that night, Arin stood at his mirror.


He stared at the reflection—the face of a man from Earth, who now ruled a realm built on submission.


A world without mercy… was finally a world that made sense.


Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: The Scoreboard of Tyrants