From MC's Perspective
I continued to look at the old man. The old man did not believe he would be okay.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
The old man gathered his thoughts. He looked at the person in front of him and said, "My name is Hank."
The old man realized that his fate was sealed. Suddenly, he felt something wrong with his mana core.
When he inspected his body internally, he found that his mana core was covered in crimson magic chains. The chains were formed of magic characters.
He recalled this person's words earlier. Now he understood that he had become a servant of the person in front of him.
He broke out into a cold sweat thinking about it. He was serving one of the local forces earlier, but even they didn't have such methods to control others.
He had been working for them because of magic resources, though he was barely able to earn a meager living. But the person in front of him seemed to be strong.
