Chapter 3 – 3. The Man Who Could Be Enslaved.

“Hehe, you brought something.”
“It’s a big deal in many ways.”
“It is understandable that it is late. You found him on the way?”
“Yes.”

The slave test is over.
He had the experience of being trampled at the hands of the same man twice.

It was so unfair and resentful that I couldn’t breathe.

The guys talked among themselves, not caring.

“I handed him over at the village I stopped by for a while. If you rebel against it, the product could be damaged, so it’s a little late to wait until you’re vigilant.”
“I see. There are no wounds on the body.”
“… Our deal will continue, won’t it, Mr. Greg?”
“Sure. Just know that what I said to you was just a joke. Looking at the product, I feel ashamed for not holding back my anger at that moment.”

The atmosphere was good.
After a good deal, we exchanged good wishes.

“You have to pay the bill, so come into your room.”
“Yes.”

Jack paid the bill and came out of the room.
In Jack’s hand was a heavy leather pouch.

Haha! Today is a party! Let’s play big!”
“Yeah!”

Jack led his men out of the Wild Flower upper branch building.
Only slaves were left behind.
I can’t even dream of rebelling—.

Shortly after, Greg came out of the room.
Greg was holding something like a strange seal.

I know what it is.
Like the other slaves, they instinctively stepped back.

“Don’t rebel. If you take it wrong, your heart will break and you will die.”

Greg stamped the slave inscription.
Whether male or female, an inscription was carved over the heart.

The only difference is that it is above the chest for men and near the wings of the back for women.

“Big…”

The prisoners could not resist.
Greg’s men were living around him, and he couldn’t resist.

He shrugged his shoulders and accepted the slave imprint on his body.
That was a less fitting way.

Slave inscriptions were engraved one by one, and my turn drew near.

Should I struggle?
Is it right to stay still like this?
A thousand thoughts ran through my mind.

My life.
Fate of this world.
After a happy ending, what am I—

“If you move, you die. I bought you with expensive money. If you make me lose my money, I won’t let you die in peace.”

Greg saw me as an object.
He bought me for more money than he paid for it.

If I’m broken, I see that much loss.
He warned against it.

I won’t kill you gracefully.
He confidently said that he would torture him.

“You crazy bastard… !”
“Yeah, the spirit is still alive. Looks good.”
“…”
“On the contrary, there are a lot of people who like slaves who live in anger. Especially those crazy pervert bastards who reveal sodomy.”

Indigo.
Nausea came up every time I heard it.
I got goosebumps at the conclusion of my life being a sex slave for a shit gay.

“Whether you attack or defend, stay calm for now. If you don’t want to die, shouldn’t you live a little longer?”

A blue-energy seal touched my body.
Why can’t I cut off Greg’s arm?

“Kuh… !”

An unknown energy permeated my heart.

Instinct warns.
I can’t resist Greg anymore.
The fear of death engulfed my heart.

“… Chew-.”

Kwak-.
I felt the pain gnawing at my heart.
The moment he harbored animosity toward Greg, his mind went white.

Haha, haha… !”

I sorted out my emotions.
I somehow diverted my attention elsewhere.
I was able to get out of the pain by emptying my thoughts.

‘… Crazy…’

Even in the original novel, slaves occasionally appear.
Most of them live by crawling on their owners.
Although the level of control is divided according to the propensity of the owner.
Because the majority of people are coercive and violent, slaves often foam and collapse.

When I think of that as my future, I can only sigh in frustration.

Why did this happen?
Why can’t I resist–

“Take the slaves and wash them.”
“Yes.”

After Greg took his seal, he went back to his room.
He stopped going in and looked back.

“Ah. Here’s the key.”

One of his men approached Greg and gave him a set of keys.
It was what Jack was holding.

With the slave inscription engraved, there was no reason to be restrained any longer.
Handcuffs, shackles, and restraints were lifted.
But I can’t even dream of running away.

His men rushed in and marked the slaves one by one.
There was also a stinky man next to me.

“Kuk!”
“Sick.”

The moment he tried to push him away, his heart ached.
It felt like cold hands were tearing at my heart.

‘… Yes, that was the principle.’

The master owns the slave.
With the transfer of the engraved inscription, its ownership is traded.

A slave cannot harbor enmity toward his master.
More broadly, it cannot perform actions not ordered by its owner.

Unless there is an order to attack, fight, kill, etc.
I can’t stand against anyone.
Have no right

“If you resist, only you will lose. Please accept your position calmly.”
“… Accept the situation?”
“It is good for your mental health. Know that denying reality is only hard for you.”
“… If you do it wrong, you can be sold to the chewy cub and the shit hole can be chewed. ?”

Fortunately, swearing at nobles was permitted.
Greg didn’t seem particularly fond of the nobles.

“If you stay like this, almond pepero, stir-fried soybean paste pepper…”
“Almond Pepero? Stir-fried soybean paste pepper? What is it?”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Realizing my predicament, I was dragged along by the man.
I washed myself in the bathroom with hot water.
Maybe it’s because the novel is the background, but it was overdeveloped in this part.

I have Greg’s engraving engraved on my chest.
The pattern on the top of the wild flower.
It was like the pattern stamped on the coats of his subordinates.

“… Fuck…”

I’m speechless.
I don’t know why things got so twisted.

If I had started out normally, I could have done anything.
To think that people from the East Continent would sell them all at once—.

Is it my fault that I didn’t expect?
Is it my problem that I was complacent even after falling into this world?

Regret is too late no matter how fast it is.

“Follow me quickly.”
“…”

Within an hour of being sold to the top of Wild Flowers, it was on the auction stage.
After drying my water and following my subordinates, I waited naked behind the stage of the auction house.

“Black. Black…”
“Mom…”

Slaves in a similar situation to me are lined up.

There weren’t many faces I knew.
Slaves from other places.
Slaves were not supplied in one place.
Except for the sturdy male beastman, everyone was trembling with fear.

─ 20 million Sol! 20 million brushes! Are there any more? 20 million brushes! Congratulations on number 18! It was sold at 20 million soles!

Outside, a female auctioneer shouts bids and celebrates the winning bid.

20 million brushes.
Sol can be thought of by replacing it with a circle.
The slave that had just been auctioned off was sold for 20 million won.

‘Fuck.’

I felt it when I came to the auction stage.
The fate of being engraved in the heart and sold at auction.
I started feeling it through my skin.

One by one the slaves go up.
Auctions were made at various prices.

─ 100 million! 100 million! Now I will raise the asking price to 10 million! Do you have 110 million!?

Miao beasts with voluptuous breasts and curved lines were sold for a whopping 120 million soles.
The cheapest slave was a stout male baron, seven million Sol.

─ Next…

A female auctioneer fled backstage.
Our eyes met.
There was no one in front of me.

─ A very rare slave, a human, not a beast! They are people from the East Continent who have no connection with the West Continent!
“Go out onto the stage.”

The man who was managing the slaves next to me pushed me away.
I was forced to go up on stage.

The auction house has a simple structure.
Seats are spread out in a fan shape around the stage, and it is easy for bidders to check the slaves because they are stepped.
Even in the gaze of the person standing on the stage, countless eyes could be seen at a glance, and my body naturally shrank.

Everyone who came to the auction house was wearing a mask.
Masks of various colors concealed facial expressions and concealed identities.
If you think of the original work, in fact, people who know it openly know each other.

‘Fuck…’

Colorful lights surround me.
The spotlight focused on me.

─ A human man with great looks, skeleton, and even masculinity! Rarity needs no words, and the quality is impeccable!

The female auctioneer approached me and introduced me.
He was holding something similar to a microphone in his hand, but the head of the microphone was white, not gray.
It was a crystal inscribed with volume-enhancing magic.

─ Let’s start with 10 million soles!

The auctioneer announced the start of the bidding competition.
From that moment on, number signs sounded non-stop.
A lot of people didn’t get off at all.

─ 100 million Sol! From now on, the asking price is 10 million soles!

There was a competition
After 150 million passed, only two remained.
The two raised the price.

─ 200 million Sol! For those of you who are hesitant, I also have to confirm the erection!

The female auctioneer reached out her arm toward my cock.
She tried to dodge but she couldn’t move.
It was because of the slave engravings Greg had carved.

It was better though
The mental damage was less in that it was a woman’s hand.

‘Please…’

All I can do is pray.

‘Please, number 7 wins.’

Wearing a mask
That doesn’t mean you can’t see your opponent at all.
Number 7 and number 16 are facing each other, number 7 is a young lady and number 16 is a fat man.

My life has already been ruined.
Still, if there is a way to be less ruined, I want to walk that way.

But-.

─ 300 million Sol!
─ 300 million Sol! 300 million Sol came out!
“…”

Her cock was erected by a female auctioneer, and the 16 times who saw it raised 100 million.
Perhaps judging that the value of 300 million soles was not worth my ransom, number 7 lowered the sign.

“Oh, no… !”
─ 300 million Sol! Are there any more? 300 million Sol!

The female auctioneer confirms the successful bid with a satisfied voice.
Number 16, mad pervert, my life—.

Quaang-!
At that moment, an explosion was heard from the entrance of the auction house.
The beautiful door was smashed, and the shattered fragments flew far and wide.

The auctioneers, the female auctioneer, and Greg, who was watching from behind the stage, went offstage in amazement.
I looked at the entrance to the auction house.

“Whoa! Thank goodness, it’s not too late!”

A clear voice echoed through the auction house.
Arrogant and audacious
Even after committing this, he shamelessly stuck his head into the auction house.

He swung a sword and cleared the smoke.
Gray hair fluttering, sky blue eyes geeeee.
Keep an eye on me

And headed for me
The auctioneer is gripping my cock.
To keep the erection from breaking—.

In an instant, Ash’s form disappeared.
Took-.
One of the people’s necks rolled across the stage floor.
The female auctioneer’s head dropped.

“…”

A warrior who will overturn this plate.
But all in all, Ash Greyfield.
A heroine who has a shitty personality and is abandoned by readers.

“Hello puppy, how are you?”

Ash took off his academy jacket and put it on me.
Seeing me smiling brightly, I felt relieved for some reason.