In the Djinn Domain, power meant strength. It doesn't matter how rich you are or how many people know you, the only thing that matters is how many you can kill. No one cares about how funny your jokes are or who your father is, you make your name in the underworld by your ability, speed, and strength. If you are so fat that you can't walk, you are food, if you don't train your body to be strong and can't bear pain, you are dead meat, if you don't stand on your word, you are dead. In Djinn Domain, killing, selling human meat, and human trafficking along with running shows like throwing some humans with soft skin in the arena and watching them getting eaten alive were some main businesses. There are butchers and others too. The humans who were in this business and had good physics were called Soliden and those who were weak and pathetic and hid until someone didn't find and sell them or eat them are called, well they aren't called anything they don't even deserve a name.Abban entered

Abban was once again bathing in fresh blood, standing on corpses that he probably slaughtered. It was hard to count because they scattered their limbs all over the room. Walls painted with blood, Zayan opened the door only to find another one of Abban's slaughterhouses, and it was the third room that he had found on his way. He was looking for any survivors so he could add to his count, but all he found were limbs scattered in the entire building. "You killed the whole crew, that's like 24 Solidens," He said with anger, "I told you to leave some for me, and we agreed that we would divide, the job I was on was too small, only 3 there were." Abban turned back and eyed him. Zayan lightened up, "Whatever, this was the last job in the pool. So, how many of the total did you kill, my count is 19?" Abban passed through the door, "I don't count bugs I step on." Zayan frowned, "The Silent Reaper talked," Zayan rushed behind him, but suddenly a Soliden swung his sword but Zayan ducked before i

Zayan looked at Woodwraith, "Why would you try to slay yourself?" Abban looked at Zayan, "They have speech but they can't get pronouns right." The Woodwraith said with an idiotic tone, "She will kill it and eat the Sofitel." Abban ran forward before Woodwraith could see him, he jumped on his head and took him by his horns before anyone could comprehend what was going on, Abban Buried Woodwraith's head down in the ground, and broke his left horn. Abban backed down, and Woodwraith stood up, "You are angry." He yelled and elongated his right hand to punch Abban, but before his fist could make contact, Abban ducked down and stabbed his hand with the horn that he had taken off from his head. Woodwraith's hand started bleeding but, before it could touch Abban, he jumped away. The thing coming from his hand wasn't blood, it was lava. Djinns have lava surging through their body. Just before Woodwraith called his hand back, red lava touched the ground, burning it. "I know you are strong and all

"You survived that! You are the strongest humans I have ever met, no one in the past made me use this much Djinn force." Abban stood up straight and took out something from the back of his robe, it was as big as Zephyr's sword, maybe even bigger but it wasn't a sword for its handle was 5 feet long and a big axe-like head, a weapon in ancient times used by great warriors, Gandasa. Abban always had it but, never used it on humans, it was big and only a foot of handle was visible when he had it in his robe. Gandasa, a legendary weapon and a fearsome one, not everyone can use it for its heavy and too big to swing around. Zayan's face lightened up, "I knew he would use that, I was waiting for it." Abban held Gandasa with both hands, not from the handle but from its head; Zephyr seemed confused and surprised by the shape of the weapon because he had never seen anything like that in his life. He floated a few feet towards Abban, the second Abban came in his range he swung his sword and trie

4 years ago, Nothing in sight but darkness. Suddenly, the door opens, and light wanders into the room from the door. A man walks into the room, and he had black hairs and he was wearing glasses. He didn't seem like a big guy. He was not more than 5 feet. But, he was wearing a white long coat that touched the ground. Nothing else was visible. Suddenly, he stops and looks down; a boy is chained to the ground. One of his hands was nailed to the ground, the other one chained to his wrist. He had scars all over his body; more than half of his wounds were still open, showcasing his internal organs. But he wasn't screaming or crying. He was smiling, lying on the ground with nothing but a torn-up rag instead of pants and nothing on his upper body. His dark black hairs were shining like a sky on a full moon. Both eyes closed. "Are you enjoying yourself?" The guy with a white coat asked, "I am hungry, and I am losing too much blood. Get me something or this body might faint, doctor." The other