My Servant System Novels & Stories

Maddie groaned before looking up then she put her hands on her waist. "What's your name?" The servant immediately looked up and she was taken aback but Maddie kept looking at her. "We don't have names. We're mere servants to the gods so we are not entitled to have names." "What kind of rule is that? This place is a total bullsh*t!" Maddie bit her lip hard before she took a deep breath but her anger level keeps rising. "Where's your dictator?" The servant's brows met so Maddie sighed. "Where is the great Theo?" She said sarcastically before rolling her eyes. The servant stuttered but she still managed to tell her Theo's whereabouts.

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.

But even though there was such a huge disadvantage by being the servant of a god (having your life in the hands of another), the advantages were immense. As already stated, servants get a power upgrade by inheriting a portion of their god’s strength. And the higher the servant is ranked, the more power is available to him/her. There are three servant ranks: lower ranked servant, middle ranked servant, and higher ranked servants. Lower ranked servants inherit about 10% of their god’s strength. So they were mostly in the early or middle stages of the profound realm. Middle ranked servants inherited up to 20% of their god’s strength and were usually in the peak of the earth realm or the heaven

“Do your laundry and clean your house? Seriously? Do I look like a servant to you?” Torvin closed the distance between them in a single step, the movement a stark reminder of the gap in their height. His scent—a mix of sandalwood and sleep—told her he had gone back to bed after calling her. His face was serious, but an amused glint still danced in his eyes as he said. “Listen up, debtor. You owe me, and we’ve agreed that I get to decide how you pay me. That makes you my servant and me your master. I tell you what to do, and you do it. The sooner you understand that, the better for you.”

Old enough to know what they want, confident enough to explore, and young enough to bounce back from our more vigorous style of things pretty quickly. “Yes, I’m contracted as a servant,” she says a little more loudly. The words are meant to be a defense, but the kid just put a target on both our backs and I groan inwardly. Servants are different than donors. Both require contracts, but only one guarantees a lifetime commitment. Only what we call potentials can be servants. Humans with the capability of changing. Takes a special gene or set of circumstances, and they are for all intents and purposes human. Even so, the fact that she can be turned and not go batshit or die from the transition

, she teases, lightly tapping my shoulder, and letting out a chuckle. "I see." I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable by continuing to question her about what makes us so different. In the end, we both serve the master, but it appears that a slave is a slave, and a servant is a servant. Servants are paid while slaves are not, and slaves are given fancy rooms while servants are not. Servants have a choice and slaves do not. I can't make sense of any of it, nor do i understand my role here, but I'll leave it at that for now.

"I... This lowly one will do anything. Anything that I could. Please spare me, your majesty!" "Anything?" The emperor repeated. With his tone, Mingming could tell he's interested in the idea, and the thought of beheading him subdued. He heard the sword being sheathed again. He let out a sigh of relief and his head rise again with twinkling eyes. Before he could even celebrate, the emperor speaks again. "Then be my loyal servant." Xu Zhengming froze for a second. Doesn't he want to leave the imperial palace? He gave up his current job as a eunuch on his very first day on the job. Being a servant of the emperor means he has to stay in the palace, right?

I continued, “In every confession we received from this household, only yours admitted to all of the accusations passed onto your mistress. May I ask why?” The servant was about to respond. But he looked at the other people with us. The fear and worry was evident in his eyes. I turned to James and nodded at him. James turned to the healer and the guards. “Leave us.” They all bowed, grabbed their things and walked out of the room. “You may proceed,” James said as we returned to the servant. “This may sound outrageous. But I am an invisible servant in this castle,” the servant replied. James and I shared confused glances. I turned back to the servant and waited for him to continue his story.