The Dragon King’s Harem System

Chapter 337. Beaded Bracelet

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 337. Beaded Bracelet

Following my gesture, Viperax and Al stepped into the portal. I lingered behind for a moment, gazing at the burning factory and the workers trapped within. My heart weighed heavy with the knowledge of what had transpired here, the lives lost and the suffering endured.

With a solemn gesture, I retrieved a beaded bracelet adorned with the name of a girl from the lizard tribe from my pocket. I placed it gently on the ground.

"I hope you can rest in peace now..." I murmured softly, my voice barely above a whisper. 

It was a prayer, a plea for solace for the souls who had perished in this tragedy. There was a reason behind my decision to show no mercy to those responsible for this injustice. I had my own reason why I decided to burn all the workers in it without mercy.

The decision to take drastic action against the workers trapped in Viperax's factory wasn't one I made lightly. It came down to three main reasons.

First and foremost, there was no chance of interrogating those workers and extracting any useful information from them. Viperax would never allow it, and even if by some miracle they did talk, he'd likely silence them permanently. 

So, instead of leaving them to suffer at Viperax's hands, I made the difficult choice to end their lives swiftly and without mercy. It was a grim necessity, a way of showing Viperax that I wasn't afraid to take decisive action when necessary.

Second, it wasn't just about preventing their deaths at Viperax's hands. Many of those workers were criminals, individuals who had committed serious offenses and posed a threat to society. They were kept under strict control by Viperax's soldiers, ensuring they remained obedient and compliant. Releasing them would only serve to unleash a new wave of crime and violence, and I couldn't allow that to happen.

Sure, some of them might have been coerced into working for Viperax, but the truth was that they were all complicit in his schemes to some extent. They knew what they were involved in, and they chose to go along with it. Setting them free would be the same with condoning their actions and putting innocent lives at risk.

The third reason was perhaps the most troubling of all. It wasn't just about preventing them from falling into Viperax's clutches or stopping them from perpetrating further crimes. It was about seeking justice for the innocent victims who had already suffered at their hands.

These workers weren't just mindless drones following Viperax's orders. They were responsible for the deaths of countless individuals, many of whom were innocent children and teenagers. These weren't hardened criminals or dangerous rebels, they were just kids who happened to wander too close to the factory’s territory and got caught in the crossfire.

The soldiers, under Viperax's command, would capture these unsuspecting youngsters and throw them into the factory to serve as additional labor. To them, these kids were expendable, nothing more than tools to be used and discarded at will. And far too often, these innocent souls would meet a tragic end.

Sometimes, it was deliberate cruelty that led to their demise, the criminal workers would bully and torment them until they couldn't take it anymore. 

Other times, it was made to look like a simple accident, a tragic mishap that no one could have foreseen. But regardless of the method, the result was always the same.

It was a difficult decision. But in the end, I knew it was the right thing to do. By eliminating the workers and destroying the factory, I was not only preventing further harm but also seeking justice for those who had been wronged. And that, to me, was worth any price.

Last night, when my spy worm was out on a recon mission, snooping around to find where those lizard folks were keeping their prisoners, it stumbled upon something that made me shiver. 

Amongst the dusty, grimy corners of one of the workers' bedrooms, it unearthed a letter. But this wasn't just any old piece of paper, it was written in blood.

This letter, it told a story that would make my blood boil. It belonged to a girl, just a kid really, who got caught up in this whole mess while she was out searching for her missing brother. Poor thing ended up in that hellhole of a factory, forced to work like a slave.

But that was not even the worst part. No, what really got to me was what she wrote about in that letter. Turned out, she stumbled upon her brother's lifeless body right there in that godforsaken place. 

And if that wasn't bad enough, she went on to describe how those lowlife workers tortured her, day in and day out, until she couldn't take it anymore. She knew she didn't stand a chance of making it out alive, so she did the only thing she could, she penned that letter, a plea for justice, written in her own blood. And she even left behind her favorite bracelet, her most prized possession, as payment to whoever found it and took up her cause.

So, I didn't hesitate for a second. That poor girl deserved justice, and I was gonna make sure she got it.

After that short prayer, I turned away from the burning factory.

Stepping through the portal, I found myself back in our camp. 

Viperax's wives and lizard soldiers were quick to surround him.

"Are you okay, Your Majesty?" one of them asked.

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