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.

locked with a middle-aged man and a young

girl came to him, observing his condition. She could see several wounds on his body,

at the girl for

other hand, warned her, "It's better if you don't associate yourself with him. It's not his first time disobeying the merchant. If you follow him, there is a chance that

was scared of pain.

turned his body around so that he didn't need to

approached him and tried to wipe the

man was startled by the sudden jolt of pain

"Helping

surprise. He wanted to say something, but the words

eccentric from a long time ago, but to think that she would be doing something like

as if he didn't care about her treatment. He thought that she would lose

him,

and the boy kept getting beaten due to his own interest. The girl always tried to

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

to avoid him so that she didn't have to suffer. On the other hand, he felt bad because the girl's intention

had become paler. Yet, she didn't stop

doing all this? You should have just stayed away

weakly. "If I tell you that I want to die,

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

the soldiers or a slave for the mine. On the other hand, the female will become either s*x slaves or a toy for the rich. I haven't been sold yet, so why don't I do this and die in the process? This way, I only have to suffer for

was surprising. Even the boy couldn't believe

could say a lot of lies such as she was doing it because of her heart or whatever

never realized that this would be his

condition became worse and worse. Even though he was wounded, he still had a better vitality than the girls. So, he should still be

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

down quietly on the corner as if she didn't want to trouble

doing…" The girl asked

say anything even though he felt indebted.

had yet to end. When the boy was about to lament his

*Boom!*

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