Chapter 593 – 593. Why Did You Escape?

The slave trader’s shop where Aila and her husband arrived holding her hand.

As I saw the first time I came here, it looked completely different from before.

“Take a look around!”

“We have A-grade quality slaves!”

“We also sell a lot of C-class slaves that you can play with!”

“We are the only family that can legally trade slaves on the black market! “All slave shops except this one are illegal!”

Slaves standing at the entrance of the store to solicit customers were gesturing towards people passing by. Some people danced, while others drew attention by harming themselves.

And the necks of those soliciting slaves were filled with necklace bombs, and their wrists and ankles were also filled with attachable bombs.

As if it could explode and kill you at any time.

“Please!! Please come into our store!!!! Please!!!!!”

I was watching the touting slave for a while because it was fascinating, and then the slave who was standing in one corner and touting began to howl loudly. There were numbers floating above the transparent coffin he was trapped in.

That number is probably…

“Shit!!! Come in!!! Anyone come in!!! No! I don’t want to die!!! You fucking bitches!!!”

P—-Ugh!!!!!

It was like a bomb attached to the body exploded if the customer was not successfully solicited within the time limit.

Haha!”

“Sigh. Haha!!!”

“Wow, it explodes so refreshingly!”

“You’re finally dead! “No fun slave!”

“If you want to live, you should at least cut off an arm!”

Haha! “If you try to live comfortably, it won’t work!”

“Now let’s go in! Puhehehehe!”

The Yi people passing by burst out laughing at the dead man.

Then, the solicitation was not successful and the man exploded to death before entering the store.

I deliberately waited in front of the store. I hope the slave who works as a tout explodes and dies.

Listening to what he was shouting, it seemed like he was dissatisfied with the slave’s performance. Uninteresting slaves were trapped there and exploded to death.

‘That’s why those slaves do such shit.’

For some reason, there was a reason why the slaves trapped in the transparent coffin made a fuss to attract everyone’s attention.

“OMG. Ugh. Now. Now it’s my turn. Hmm… “

When the coffin containing the dead slave was sucked into the store and disappeared, the slave next to it filled the coffin. It’s probably like this, and the slaves explode and die.

Slave fireworks are changed throughout the day. If it’s not fun, don’t go in and just wait and watch the slave fireworks.

It’s in bad taste. Should I say it’s a good thing?

“Welcome.”

As we entered the store, Sentis, a centipede human, greeted us. Other customers were greeted by service slaves, but we were greeted by Sentis, the store owner.

Of course it should be.

“By the way, master. “I’m sorry, but according to regulations, you cannot purchase slaves on days other than Fridays on Earth.”

“I know. “Aila is here to buy something today, so please guide me.”

“Yes, I understand. “Then would you like to first look at the instant slave area on the first floor?”

In response to Sentis’ question, I looked at Aila.

“Is that so?”

“Yep! “Let’s take a look from the first floor.”

Ayla, you look excited. It looks like they are very excited about hiring a new part-time worker.

“Hey, Sentis. Guide me.”

“Yes. Please follow me.”

When I entered the slave shop, which was larger than before, the first floor was full of slaves.

Slaves packed in plastic bags and hanging around like slaughtered pigs.

“I am a Class C slave. Because it is cheap, we sell it in large quantities.”

“Hoo.”

“These are not the ones that perform well enough for you to buy. Please follow me. Because there are more luxurious ones in the basement.”

When I went downstairs following Sentis’ words, I saw slaves in glass coffins.

“This is a Class B slave.”

It seemed that intensive management was given starting from Grade B. Slaves floating in glass tubes watching us. The guys seemed to be awake with all their movements blocked.

“Here! “Give me this guy!”

“Yes.”

When I heard a voice, I looked to the side and saw a Yi tribe wearing jewelry shining with a unique light purchasing a slave in a glass coffin.

It must be quite expensive. You can live without any worries. You were an excellent customer.

‘But what is that?’

Inside the jacket of the woman who purchased the slave, objects that looked like ‘bombs’ were sticking out little by little.

‘Is it Yi people fashion?’

Since there are a lot of people who dress strangely, I guess I too am a fashionista. Because there are aspects of the aesthetics of the Yi people that are difficult to understand.

“Now then, let’s go down to the depths where the Class A slaves are.”

“Sure.”

Among the B-class slaves, there was no slave that Aila liked. In the end, we took the elevator to the depths of the slave shop where Class A slaves were gathered.

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Jichi, a slave liberation activist who confirmed that Jang Jo-jun had descended into the depths.

She was a radical member of the slave liberation movement and was obsessed with the idea that all slaves must be killed to free them from the terrible reality.

Yes, she is arguing for liberation from life, not liberation from slavery. In her view her, if her life her was so bad that she would be captured as a slave, she would rather die than live as a slave.

Tired of this, she planned to throw the place into a frenzy using the items she received as gifts from a ‘mysterious benefactor’ today.

“Do you want to calculate right away?”

“Yeah yeah. “Can you take it out right here?”

“Yes. Sure. If you pay, you can taste it right here.”

“Great. “Here.”

Jichi purchased a reasonably large slave using the points provided by the sponsor.

“After. Huhuhu.”

Tired put the syringe into the slave’s chest. This was also an item given by a mysterious benefactor… The syringe was filled with eggs of space parasites.

“Uh… Uh…”

“Be liberated.”

The slave’s body swells. Parasites were growing and eating inside his body

Ji-Chi laughed, opened the clothes she was wearing, and shouted.

“Freedom of all slaves!”

Inside her clothes, there were a bunch of EMP grenades attached that created an electromagnetic pulse powerful enough to paralyze the entire area.

“Liberation!”

Per-Eng!!!

Jichi’s body exploded with the pulse bomb, and at the same time, the slave whose body was swelling next to her also exploded.

Due to exhaustion, the lights on the first basement floor of the slave shop were turned off at once, and the slaves who had been kept in transparent coffins were freed.

The slaves who were freed began to become infected with parasites when they came in contact with the blood and flesh of the slaves who exploded next to Jichi.

The scene quickly becomes a mess.

“Did it explode?”

“Yes. It exploded just fine. Sentis also released several A-class slaves at the right time.”

“Whew. So far, things are going great.”

Jang Jo-jun’s dopamine secretion project, the third slave escape, has begun.

******

The Class A slaves kept in the depths were completely like monkeys in a zoo.

A room was given inside the glass wall, and the slaves lived in that room, wearing the white t-shirts they had been given rations. They are monitored 24 hours a day, as if aliens were raising humans.

Class A slaves live in single cells like that.

If the previous C and B classes looked like items on a convenience store shelf, crammed together to maximize space utilization, these guys were at least treated as pets.

“How do you feel, Eila?”

“It’s pretty good here. Lol. Let’s take a pick. About four people would be fine…”

Bang!

She was about to pick her slave with Aila when she heard a loud bang coming from upstairs from her. Then suddenly all the lights in the store went out.

“What, what!!”

“Ugh!”

Ailee and Laura, who had been silently following behind us, shouted as if embarrassed by the sudden situation.

“Sentis! “What is happening?”

“Well, that! It looks like a terrorist attack occurred upstairs.”

“What?”

“It is a movement to liberate slaves. It seems to be a movement to kill all slaves.”

What kind of crazy talk is this? I think it might be possible until the liberation of slaves. What kind of bullshit is it to kill and liberate?

Is that something the slaves also agreed to?

“Oh my! “Master!!!”

“Why! What is it again?”

“That’s the report that a few S-class slaves escaped…”

“What? What is S-class?”

“Well, that’s what it is. These are the ones I captured to show my master when he comes. That is. Ah. This is crazy. Why did these guys escape!!!!”

Sentis seemed to have gone mental.

Listening to what she said, she said that the A-level items are just items that are always sold, and the S-level items are special items sold to players. To put it simply, today’s recommended slaves, which are sold to players only on Fridays, escaped.

This means that they are not ordinary slaves.

“Huh. Looks like those guys are S-rank.”

Soon, S-class slaves appeared before us.

One is a large man with a head full of needle marks. Next to her is a girl with purple skin holding a teddy bear.

And even an old man with horns and a woman who looks like a monster.

“Hey. “It’s S-class.”

The atmosphere was different from the slaves who had passed by until then. A strong feeling that clearly shows that he is a strong person.

“Sentis.”

“Yes, yes!”

“If I hunt those guys, can I have it? “They escaped anyway.”

“Yeah, but…”

“What.”

“Oh, no.”

Sentis trembled her body.

Whatever. It’s your fault for not managing it.

“Okay then, slave friends who want to escape. “I will give you two options.”

As soon as I finished speaking, they began to increase their magical power. As if he had no intention of getting caught.

Well, good. I like that it looks sturdy.

“First things first. He submits obediently and becomes Aila’s part-time worker. Next second.”

It rebels until the end and becomes minced meat.

They chose number 2.

This can’t be helped.

“You brought this upon yourself.”

I punched out.

If you can’t have it, I’ll kill you.