System vs Rebirth

Southern Part of the Atrecaeca Kingdom.

A young man was standing in the middle of the plaza. He had short brown hair and a pair of black eyes. His gaze was hollow, but it felt like he was observing something.

He was wearing ragged clothes that covered his upper body to his knees. His body was full of dirt and his skin was extremely tanned. Despite the intense heat, he wasn't sweating.

There was a handcuff made of metal that was attached by a big chain on his wrists and ankles.

When he looked at the plaza, his focus was glued to a book that someone was reading ten meters away from him.

He oddly looked at it as if he was interested in it.

Unfortunately for him, he was distracted by a whip that struck his back.

The sound produced by the strike was so loud that it made people know that it was a perfect strike.

The young man suddenly dropped to his knees while screaming, "Aaaahhhhh!"

"This disobedient slave." A middle-aged man, who whipped him, walked to him and grabbed his hair. His expression was filled with anger and frustration.

"Aaaahhhh!" The man kept screaming in pain as he struggled to get up. However, the middle-aged man was dragging him by his hair as if he was treating him like an object.

He was brought to the group of people who wore similar clothing to him. After reaching the group, the middle-aged man kicked him from behind so that the ragged young man fell near them. As a result, those who witnessed such cruelty couldn't help but fear the consequences they would face if they didn't follow this middle-aged man's words.

The young man was struggling to get up as the pain spread all over his body.

The middle-aged man snorted. "Get up and follow me."

To avoid the consequences, the young man had no choice but to endure the pain. He stood up even with tears in his eyes as he continued walking with the rest.

Two hours later.

They had reached a certain place and the chained people were divided into a few prison cells. They were locked behind bars, not for those who were guilty, but for those who were enslaved.

man was locked with a middle-aged

see several wounds

at the girl for

with him. It's not his first

young girl gasped, not knowing what to say. On the one hand, she was scared of pain. On the other hand, she didn't want to see the man in front of

so that he didn't need

girl actually approached him and tried to wipe the

was startled by the sudden jolt of

a smile. "Helping you doesn't

words stuck in his mouth. This might be the first time that someone tried

long time ago, but to think that she would be doing

The boy snorted, acting as if he didn't care about her treatment.

him, that

getting beaten due to his own interest. The girl always tried to treat his wounds despite having

three scratch wounds on her lower arms. It appeared that the merchant

so that she didn't have to suffer. On the other hand, he felt bad because

paler. Yet, she didn't stop doing the

are you doing all this? You should have

smiled weakly. "If I tell you that I want

like that from the girl's mouth. "What do you mean?

either s*x slaves or a toy for the rich. I haven't been sold yet, so why don't I do this and

the boy couldn't believe

of lies such as she was doing it because of her heart or whatever reason that could change him. But this honest explanation moved the boy's

that this would

sealed. The condition became worse and worse. Even though he was wounded, he still had a better vitality than the girls. So, he should still be able to last for

complexion became worse by the day. Her body had become weak and it seemed that she was going to

the girl sitting down quietly on the corner as if she didn't want to trouble the others, the

are you doing…" The girl asked

even though he felt indebted. There was nothing he could do to help her

the boy was about to

*Boom!*