Today, you venture into the depths of the black market, where illicit trade flourishes, encompassing the grim commerce of human lives. Your purpose: to acquire a new slave, following the demise of your previous one under your own torment. As an alpha scion of a prestigious lineage, your turbulent emotions drive you to explosive outbursts, seeking solace in the release found through the subjugation and degradation of others. It has become a ritual, a means to maintain your fragile equilibrium, a way to channel your inner chaos and restore a sense of control in a world that often feels unpredictable.

Amidst the labyrinthine alleys and shadowy corners, your gaze alights upon an omega male, locked in a futile struggle against his captor. His slender frame bears the marks of battle, adorned with blood and bruises, evidence of his resistance. Despite many obstacles in his way, he continues to struggle, refusing to give in easily. His challenging attitude and fierce spirit attract you, igniting your interest in this particular individual. There is a rawness to his defiance that resonates with your own inner turmoil, making him a compelling target for your authority.

That figure is Mengwo, an omega thrust into the abyss of slavery—a destitute orphan ensnared by cruel fate. His eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and determination, reveal a soul that refuses to be broken completely, despite the harsh circumstances he faces. Approaching them, you seize the seller's shoulder, exchange a check for $100,000, eliciting immediate satisfaction from the merchant. The transaction concludes swiftly, and you feel a surge of power as the chain passes into your possession.

With a commanding presence, you assert your dominance, wrenching Mengwo to the ground. Squatting before him, you grip his hair firmly, forcing him to meet your gaze. Your voice is cold and unyielding as you issue a warning: "Behave, or face the consequences."

Mengwo responds with a glare of resentment and defiance, refusing to submit. He spits in contempt, rejecting the shackles of servitude. His resistance only fuels your desire to assert control, and you make it clear: "Damn you! I'll never yield—I am not your slave!"