Chapter 1 – 1. A Man Who Could Be Enslaved.
I am sick
It’s the countryside that’s known for being shit, but to believe in this kind of Isekai village.
There is no such thing as a sick person.
‘It should have bounced right away.’
I also came up with a worst-case scenario for Isekai.
If you’re sleeping at night and you’re attacked,
If the food you are eating is actually poisonous,
That kind of scenario.
However, the expected story was wrong.
There were variables that I didn’t even know about.
Needless to say, on the mountain road where I first set foot in Isekai, there must be a slave troupe staying in the village nearby…
I couldn’t imagine.
The result is this.
I should have been suspicious of the chief’s daughter from the time she was friendly, but she was fooled.
Damn dopamine.
In a backward world where you can’t survive if you’re stupid, the timing for grinding the back of the head was very different.
The process of the village chief selling me was like watching an art.
It’s my fault for looking down on the fantasy village corner.
Rattle-.
The carriage rocked violently.
Perhaps because it was a wagon loaded with slaves, the ride was bad.
There was no sense of stability, of course.
It is fortunate that the ankles are shackled.
The heavy iron ball worked well as a seat belt.
Of course, my ankles were so sore.
It was a penalty to some extent.
“… Fuck Amy.”
Ever since I got stuck in the wagon, I kept looking around.
It’s not a flashy light, but a narrow barricade surrounds me.
A total of three keys are required to escape: handcuffs, shackles, and bars.
However, I couldn’t seem to find it.
Of course.
All the keys will be in the slave trader’s pocket.
3 days after falling to Isekai.
It will only be fixed as a slave without moving.
‘If I go on like this, I’ll be really fucked.’
Half ruined
You cannot escape in this state.
Unless someone destroys the slave trade union itself, escape is impossible.
When he was handcuffed to rebel, that was his last chance.
Or right before the shackles were filled, there was a possibility even then.
I realized it only after I missed all the chances.
My Isekai life is over.
Regretted it
‘Even if I know it’s in a novel, I can’t use my hands… ?’
After falling into this world, three days have passed.
I didn’t waste that time.
It’s a rural town, but I gathered as much information as possible.
The words work.
It’s the first thing you notice.
Korean came out of the mouths of people in rural villages, and Hangeul was written in books.
You don’t know how happy I was at that moment.
And soon after, I found out the worldview.
This fantasy world is a world based on the original novel, ‘Demon Slayer’, which I read to the end.
A world where heroes and devils exist.
The hero wants to kill the demon king and keep world peace.
Naturally, the Demon King wants to put the world in his hands.
The two are at odds
The success of the main character, Luke, is guaranteed.
Adversity and hardship are destined, but they will surely pass.
If you become his companion, you will be able to live in this world.
But what is this like?
Instead of being a companion of the hero, he ended up becoming a slave.
“Khehehe. Don’t struggle. The more you do that, the more you lose your stamina and the more you lose…”
In the carriage, which is not so narrow, several people are trapped except for me.
A boy and a girl who occupied a seat before me and an old man.
The old man stared at me in the dark.
I felt that I was watching.
“If we go on like this, everyone will be known. We have to escape somehow.”
“Can not.”
The old man spat out her negative words.
Her sigh came out in response to the answer that left even me drained.
“… Why are you giving up?”
“You’ll know when you get hit a few times.”
“…”
“I don’t know if my body is fine. It’s hard to resist with a body like this.”
The old man’s voice cracked.
Behind his words came the sound of a boy and a girl crying.
“They don’t see us as people. I see it as a commodity.”
I trembled dangerously enough that it would not be strange if I died at any time.
The fear of the slave traders was etched into his body.
I know because I got hit with one too.
Mercenaries in this world smell of danger.
A smell that can never be smelled in modern society.
A completely different kind of life.
The fists they threw out weren’t just an angry outburst of resentment.
Terror and fear that pierced the bones.
It was violence for that.
‘… Fuck.’
Growl-.
“Hehe, after all, they don’t give you even one meal today. Damn you guys.”
A groaning sound came from the old man’s stomach.
Hearing the awkward sound filling the carriage, I awkwardly asked a question.
“… Did you not eat anything?”
“It’s not worth giving to an old man like me. Die or not, I don’t care. I’m just filling the seats… I am just an old man dragging along until I find a better slave.”
“…”
Compared to the old man, I was treated well.
Even while traveling in a wagon for quite a long time, he ate potatoes and soup.
‘It’s food I wouldn’t eat even if given to me in the original world.’
Day 3 of Isekai.
We live in a world where belly fat is considered a symbol of wealth.
I had to eat while I could.
Hee-hee-!
How long did it run
The galloping horses stopped.
I haven’t found a way to escape yet, but I feel impatient.
─ Let’s camp here today. Everyone open their tents and wait.
─ Yes!
The voice of the slave trader came.
He commanded his men and organized the encampment.
It is quiet in the wagon.
The more the crowd outside grew, the more he shrank.
Boys and girls, grandfathers, and me too…
Rustle, rustle.
The curtain of the wagon compartment fluttered.
Someone lifted the cloth and looked inside.
“There are three of you! Come over here and get these out!”
The slave trader shouted at his men.
His men approached the wagon and rode inside.
“Here’s the key.”
The slave trader rummaged through his bosom and pulled out his set of keys.
And roughly threw it to the subordinates.
Jjallang jjallang-.
The subordinates unlocked the iron bars by matching the keyholes here and there.
Clap-.
Starting with the boy and girl sitting in the innermost room, my grandfather, and finally me.
“Come out!”
The people trapped in the wagon were roughly led out.
The slaves (temporary), including me, were dragged out.
At the rough hand, the impression was naturally frowned.
The sun is setting outside.
Because the mountain road gets dark quickly, we stopped moving early and settled down.
Suitable vacant lot.
A procession of wagons was rolled up and set up on the outskirts.
Tents are spread out in the center.
The largest and widest belonged to slave traders.
The rest of the little things belong to the subordinates.
Unfortunately, there were no slaves’ tents.
‘Fuck.’
We were not the only ones enslaved.
About three wagons were carts for transporting slaves.
Four or five people in each wagon, about 10 people in total, were taken as slaves.
Slaves are handcuffed and shackled.
A blue light lingered on the handcuffs.
It’s because of the magic that suppresses mana.
‘I knew it. They’re all prisoners.’
Those captured as slaves all have the characteristics of a prisoner.
Only the species were different, and they were far from humans.
The fantasy world did not treat beasts as human beings.
It was a cruel world.
Slaves were given a ration of food.
In order to sell to the city, slave traders had to keep slaves alive.
Just enough not to die.
Two potatoes.
Swear words are about to come out.
I barely held on and got stuck in a corner.
After you eat it all, you will be locked in an iron cage again.
At least I was an adult man so I gave two pills and the children only one pill.
‘How on earth do I escape?’
The more I thought about it, the more my heart felt tight.
It was impossible no matter how you thought about it.
As long as they couldn’t find the key to the handcuffs and shackles, there seemed to be no reversal.
In an uncomfortable position, he popped the potato into his mouth.
It was better to eat this than to starve.
I want to drink some water…
“Grandpa, eat this.”
“…”
He handed the potato he was holding in his hand to his grandfather.
The potato he was chewing on was soggy that he couldn’t eat it.
I didn’t like to eat.
“… Will I be able to?”
“Yes. It’s terribly tasteless.”
No food was rationed to Grandpa.
As he said in the carriage, it was because he was a slave who could be replaced at any time.
“… Thank you.”
Grandpa urgently took the potatoes.
And he ate it up as if he had heard it.
It was pitiful to see him licking even his messy palms.
“In 10 minutes, load the slaves back into the wagon—”
“Yes.”
A slave trader and his subordinate have a conversation.
The slave trader leaned over and pointed at me.
“Send that slave to my tent.”
“… Are you talking about people from the East?”
“Yes.”
Eastern humans.
It meant Asians who were not particularly special.
It was a race that was not commonly seen in the western continent, so it became like this.
It aired for about 10 minutes.
The slaves got back into the wagon.
When he tried to resist, the club flickered in front of his eyes.
Violence was a better means of communication than anything else.
“You follow me.”
I followed my subordinates by myself.
You never know what to expect in a slave trader’s tent.
How can I escape from here?
‘… Do I have to prove my worth?’
It’s not even Show Me the Money, but it sucks to have to prove it in front of a slave trader.
I was suddenly in a situation similar to a kidnapping, and it sucks that I have no right to speak at all.
“I brought him.”
─ Let it in.
“Yes.”
My subordinates shed me.
“Go in.”
There was no sign of vigilance.
They were handcuffed and shackled, so there was no point in being vigilant.
I put my head in the tent at the entrance and went inside.
I dragged the iron ball and faced the slave trader.
The guy who bought me in town.
His eyes gleamed with greed.
“A rare eastern continental human. Hehe, you can sell it for a high price.”
The slave trader rose from his seat and approached me.
His eyes were scrutinizing me up and down.
I was genuinely appalled.
“Thanks to the village idiots, I caught this great fish.”
The slave trader grabs my chin and examines my face.
I have been living by eating well, sleeping well, and fighting well.
You can take pride in having better muscles and bones than anyone else in the world.
Slowly his arm went down.
He taps his shoulder, touches his back, and examines things meticulously.
At what timing should I bring out the words that prove my worth?
By the time you’re thinking about that.
The slave trader’s hand went down.
Lower than I thought.
“Make sure things are sturdy too—.”
Poo-!
My hand gripped his wrist, and my knee soared in an automatic reflex.
His manly pride blew away his fear of violence.
My body responded faster than anyone else.
“… Is this crazy?”
“I can’t allow a man’s hand!”
“This bastard—!”
The slave trader who had been beaten by me burst into anger.
Shouted.
“Hey! Guys out there! Come inside!”
Due to the slave trader’s bad command, his subordinates waiting outside rushed in.
Three armed adult males.
It would be disadvantageous to just fight, but now I am tied up hand and foot.
“Supra Lord!”
The subordinates were amazed at the condition of the slave trader.
“This baby, this dog, how did you have education!”
“… I was told not to scratch it, so I couldn’t touch it.”
“… This dog hit me. Slave bastards hit people? Kill half of this Eastern Continent bastard right now!”
At the slave trader’s command, his men hesitate.
It seemed awkward to touch me.
“… Gee, do you really mean it? If I beat it up now, I can’t put it up for auction tomorrow.”
“… Fuck you!”
The slave trader glares at me with his eyes wide open.
It seems that what happened to me is very resentful.
If you laughed at me here, things might get bigger.
I didn’t let go of the string of tension, and I was wary of them.
“Whoa…”
The slave trader caught his breath.
He somehow tempered his anger.
“Yes. Because this kid can get expensive. I should pass it on as intact as possible.”
“… Yes, that’s right. The upper lord must be patient.”
His men took care of the slave traders.
East continent humans, due to their rarity, are likely to be sold to nobles.
The more undamaged it is, the more expensive it can be.
The rationality of money overcame the instinct of anger.
The slave trader struggled to get his smile back.
“Still, I need to check. You three, grab this guy’s limbs. I’m thinking of checking the cock head.”
“… What a fucking bastard!”
Trying to touch it again, he struggled with all his might.
However, I couldn’t overcome the strength of three adults.
