I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Dean Bruce nodded with satisfaction before turning to Shasbia Lomatovich. "Now, you can leave. But if you try any more tricks, I will take your life without hesitation."

Shasbia Lomatovich glared at Dean Bruce with hatred before turning and leaving the room.

After watching Shasbia Lomatovich's figure disappear, Dean Bruce turned his attention to the little girl. "Get up, my slave."

The little girl stood up cautiously, not daring to meet Dean Bruce's gaze.

"Do you have a name?" Dean Bruce asked.

"No," the little girl answered timidly. "The leader used to say that people like me don't deserve a name."

"Then I'll give you one." Dean Bruce thought for a moment and then said, "How about Delina Reba?" Stay connected via мѵʟ

"Deli Reba?" The little girl was confused. "Master, what does that mean?"

"It's not Deli Reba, it's Delina Reba." Dean Bruce corrected her pronunciation. "I wouldn't give my goddess's name to you. Do you know who Dilraba Dilmurat is?"

The little girl shook her head.

"I know you don't," Dean Bruce said. "But that doesn't matter. Delina, since you are my slave now, you must listen carefully to the eleven rules I've set for you."

"Yes," Delina Reba nodded. "Please, Master, tell me."

Dean Bruce looked at Delina Reba, his gaze radiating an undeniable authority.

"First, you must obey my orders without question, with no defiance allowed."

Delina Reba trembled slightly at his words and quickly nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Second, your time belongs entirely to me. Whether it's day or night, whenever I need you, you must come immediately."

"Yes, Master," Delina Reba nodded again, her voice trembling with fear and submission.

"Third, all your actions must be approved by me. You are not allowed to leave my sight without permission."

"Yes, Master," Delina Reba's voice quivered slightly.

"Fourth, you must maintain cleanliness and tidiness of your body at all times, always ready to serve me."

"Yes, Master."

"Fifth, your speech must always be humble and respectful, with no disrespectful words."

"Yes, Master."

"Sixth, you must learn and master various servitude skills, including but not limited to massage, cooking, cleaning, and more."

"Yes, Master, I will try my best to learn," Delina Reba whispered.

"Seventh, all of your personal belongings belong to me. I have the right to dispose of them at any time."

"Yes, Master."

"Eighth, you must keep my secrets. You are not allowed to reveal anything about me to anyone."

"Yes, Master."

"Ninth, you must respect my other female slaves and avoid any conflict with them."

"Yes, Master."

"Tenth, if you behave well, I will reward you accordingly. But if you dare defy my orders, I will make you experience true pain."

"Yes, Master. I will behave well," Delina Reba's voice trembled slightly, a hint of pleading in it.

"Eleventh, and the most important rule," Dean Bruce's gaze turned icy, "If you ever betray me, I will make sure you wish you were never born."

"Yes, Master. I will never betray you," Delina Reba hastily knelt, pressing her head deeply to the ground in submission.

Dean Bruce watched Delina Reba's trembling body and her humble posture, a wave of inexplicable satisfaction rising within him. He knew this was cruel, but in a world so dark and dangerous, he had to be tougher, colder.

"Alright, get up," Dean Bruce waved his hand, signaling her to rise.

Delina Reba stood up cautiously, not daring to meet his eyes. She understood now—she had fully become Dean Bruce's slave, bound to obey his every command without question.

"Now, go take a bath and put on some clean clothes," Dean Bruce instructed. "Then go to the kitchen and prepare dinner."

"Yes, Master," Delina Reba replied quietly, lowering her head as she turned to leave the room.

Watching Delina Reba's retreating figure, a cold smile curled at the corners of Dean Bruce's lips. He knew why he was doing this—to survive in this brutal world, to protect himself and those close to him. And Delina Reba? She was just a tool to help him achieve that goal.

However, Dean Bruce couldn't shake the feeling of unease. He wasn't sure if his actions were truly right, or if they would lead to the results he hoped for. But there was no turning back now; he had no choice but to press forward with determination.

Just then, his communication crystal suddenly lit up. Dean Bruce activated it, and the voice of Prolo Hawthorne came through.

"Master, we've found a lead on the undercover agent!" Prolo Hawthorne said excitedly.

"Oh? Tell me!" Dean Bruce's attention sharpened as he quickly pressed for more details.

Prolo Hawthorne recounted in detail the process of how they had uncovered the undercover agent's lead. After hearing it, a glint of sharpness flickered in Dean Bruce's eyes.

"Excellent, you've done well," Dean Bruce said. "Now, let's move quickly and flush this undercover agent out!"

With that, Dean Bruce ended the call, turning to Delina Reba. "We need to head back. Stay close to me, and don't stray for a moment!"

"Yes, Master," Delina Reba answered respectfully.

Dean Bruce swiftly led Delina Reba back to the academy, where they met with Prolo Hawthorne and Krupp. Using the information Prolo had provided, they began to devise a detailed plan of action.

"According to Prolo, the undercover agent is likely hiding somewhere in the library," Dean Bruce analyzed. "We need to proceed cautiously to ensure nothing goes wrong."

"Exactly, we can't afford to alert them," Krupp added. "If the agent senses something's off, they'll probably escape."

"So, how do we proceed?" Prolo Hawthorne asked.

Dean Bruce thought for a moment and said, "Here's the plan: We'll split into two groups. Prolo and I will go in from the front and search the library. Krupp, you and Delina Reba will take the side entrance and flank them. Once we spot the target, we move in immediately."

"Alright, let's do it!" Krupp nodded in agreement.

The group quickly split up. Dean Bruce and Prolo Hawthorne entered the library from the front, pretending to search for books while discreetly scanning their surroundings for any signs of suspicious activity.

Meanwhile, Krupp led Delina Reba around to the side of the library, ready to move at a moment's notice.

As time passed, the library remained eerily quiet, with only the occasional sound of pages turning. Dean Bruce and Prolo Hawthorne had already searched most of the library, but there was still no sign of anyone suspicious.

"Master, could the undercover agent have already escaped?" Prolo Hawthorne asked anxiously.

"They shouldn't have. Let's search more carefully," Dean Bruce reassured him.

At that moment, Krupp's communication crystal lit up. Krupp's voice came through urgently: "Dean, I've found the target. They're in a hidden room at the far end of the library!"

"Good! We're on our way!" Dean Bruce's spirits lifted, and he and Prolo Hawthorne quickly headed toward the location Krupp had described.

When they reached the hidden room, they found Krupp standing at the doorway, vigilantly watching inside. Delina Reba was nearby, poised and ready to act at any moment.

"What's the situation inside?" Dean Bruce asked in a low voice.

"The target is alone inside. There's no one else," Krupp replied. "Shall we act now?"

Dean Bruce nodded firmly. "Yes, let's move!"

They burst into the room, finding a student in academy uniform standing nervously by the window, glancing around as though looking for an escape route. When the student saw them storm in, their face went pale with panic. They turned to flee but were immediately grabbed by Dean Bruce.

"You're the undercover agent?" Dean Bruce demanded sharply.

The student trembled all over, too frightened to respond.

"Answer me!" Dean Bruce barked.

Finally, the student stammered, "I... I was forced... They threatened my family... If I didn't help them, they said they would hurt my family..."

Dean Bruce frowned. "Who are 'they'?"

"It's... it's remnants of the Black Hole Organization..." the student said, their voice shaking.

"So it is them!" Dean Bruce thought to himself. "It seems our earlier suspicions were correct."

"You've been exposed. Come with us now," Dean Bruce ordered.

The student nodded, too terrified to resist.

They escorted the student out of the room and back into the main library hall. By this time, other students in the library had begun to notice the commotion and were casting curious glances in their direction.

"There's no need to be alarmed," Dean Bruce called out loudly. "We've just apprehended a traitor to the academy. The situation is under control—please continue with your studies."

Hearing this, the students relaxed, returning to their books and notes.

As Dean Bruce watched the captured student being taken away, he felt a sense of relief at the success of the mission. But he was also keenly aware that this was merely the tip of the iceberg. The threat posed by the Black Hole Organization was far from eliminated.

"We need to strengthen the academy's security measures," Dean Bruce said to Krupp. "And we must interrogate this student to extract more intelligence about the Black Hole Organization."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Krupp replied with a nod.