episode_0001
by adminThe world I live in is harsh on soldiers and harsh on disabled people.
It was especially harsh on me, a person with leg problems who was discharged from the military.
So, even if I became a game addict addicted to alcohol and cigarettes, I don’t think it’s my fault.
When I see this happen, I feel like it’s my fault.
—-
“…, ..Le…!”
I reflexively woke up to the sound of yelling from across the room.
He’s been so noisy since morning. What is he doing that’s why he’s screaming like that?
Shouldn’t we also think about the human rights of people who play games until dawn?
I felt nauseous and my head hurt, probably due to the alcohol I drank all night.
I felt like someone was grabbing my brain and shaking it, making me vomit.
It’s a morning no different from usual.
Drink, fall asleep, wake up and regret it.
And drink until you fall asleep again.
The hair covering my face tickled the tip of my nose irritably.
With a nervous gesture, I pulled back my hair.
A few strands of long hair got tangled in my fingertips and were pulled out, leaving a stinging pain.
wait for a sec,
long hair…?
“What the fuck…?”
What is that voice?
I was startled by the voice that came out and immediately raised my upper body.
It was no time to worry about hair or anything like that.
Instead of a man’s voice becoming rough and muddy due to cigarette smoke, a drunken woman’s voice came out from the back of her throat.
It wasn’t even Korean. Although I naturally understood what it meant, it was clearly a foreign pronunciation.
Her voice changed as her hair grew longer.
A body that feels somehow foreign.
It was a situation in which anyone could not accept the sudden change in the situation, became embarrassed, and made a fuss.
However, in times like this, you have to be even more calm.
Calm your mind and check the situation.
First of all, the hair color is still black, but due to lack of maintenance, it has changed from a thick, messy dog hair to long hair that reaches down to the waist.
The arms still have muscle, but they are surprisingly smooth and thin, and the skin color has brightened considerably. From any look, these are the arms of a woman who has had some exercise.
Breasts, big.
The body I was looking at was clearly not mine.
If so, what about the legs…?
I barely suppressed my trembling heart and carefully lowered my gaze down to my waist.
there is.
The legs are attached.
From strong thighs through calves to the toes.
Her beautiful, healthy legs were stretched out.
“Ha, haha…”
A laugh escaped me without even realizing it.
As expected, there was nothing between the legs.
okay. I’ve spent enough in the past, so it’s time to say goodbye.
Anyway, I get the idea at this point.
This must be the legendary TS Possession that can only be reached in 5,700 characters.
I’ve never written even 57 characters, let alone 5,700 characters.
I lost my third leg, but I got two legs back in exchange for one leg, so wouldn’t this be an equivalent exchange?
I don’t have a mirror, so I can’t really see her face, but I think her body is healthy and nice.
I guess so?
Now that I look around, the room is not the same room I used to live in.
Instead of a cramped studio with moldy wallpaper plastered on concrete, it was a space that looked like a spacious tent lined with leather.
The furniture I was lying on was not a bed, but a mattress made of straw or something covered with fur.
Overall, it has a nomad-style interior that would have been used about 500 years ago, and even a long sword by the head.
From the looks of it, it doesn’t seem to be a modern drama about eating and living well in a lintel, and it seems more like a game or novel possession. I do not know.
“Hashalar, are you awake?”
The voice of the man who had woken me up came from outside the tent again.
Hashallah, is that my name? I still don’t know who it is.
Anyway, I need to get dressed first.
I guess I should tell that person to wait.
Should I answer informally? If you call me with an honorific title to my name, it’s probably a subordinate.
“Please wait a moment. I just woke up.”
“Yes!”
As I tried to think of an appropriate answer, the language and speaking style that seemed to be ingrained in me came out naturally.
I don’t know if it’s the possessor correction or what, but I’m glad that at least I won’t be suspicious of my speaking habits.
I stretched my legs out of the bed to put on the clothes hanging on the wooden hanger.
It was a bit awkward because I was moving an area I hadn’t used in a long time, but fortunately my legs moved as I expected.
Put your left leg down on the bed, and then put your right leg down.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
And then give strength and stand up.
I stood up.
Finally.
The tingling heartbeat that rose from the tips of my feet woke me up.
Joy flowed down my cheeks.
I have no idea where this is or whose body this is.
It was quite awkward to see my body suddenly transformed into that of a woman, but it was a good thing.
I got my legs back.
—-
Once I stood up, it was easy after that.
I walked over to the furniture that looked like a hanger and checked the clothes hanging there.
Two thin pieces of cloth and pants that appear to be made of animal skin.
Leather shoes that come up to around the knees. A top made of fairly thick fabric.
Armor made by plaiting silvery pieces of metal or animal scales on top of thick fur.
The clothes had probably been worn for a long time, so they all had a bit of a sweat smell to them.
Anyway, judging by the shape and smell of these pieces of cloth, they look like underwear…the rest are probably clothes to wear over them.
A small piece of cloth was placed underneath and the ends were tied to make it look like panties, and a large piece of cloth was wrapped around the chest and tied.
The sensation of a hand touching my chest or vagina was unfamiliar, but perhaps because of the situation, it didn’t feel particularly stimulating.
Let’s not think too deeply.
The leather pants were more flexible than expected, and the shoes were hard enough to be used as weapons.
Meanwhile, the top was a tank top design that clearly exposed the stomach and arms, as if to prove that this world was a world in a game or novel.
…Honestly, it’s a bit ridiculous that only the top looks like this.
There were five types of armor in total.
A short shawl-like cape, a long skirt, and a pair of gloves with iron plates similar to the iron plates on the shins.
And even a barbed vest that covers the back and chest area.
Fortunately, the armor isn’t structured so that it’s difficult to wear alone.
He put on a decent amount of armor and even hung the sword that was hanging diagonally on the bedside from his waist.
Strangely, even though the armor looked quite heavy, it wasn’t heavy at all.
It seems that this body is much stronger than I thought. It’s a good thing.
After dressing appropriately, I sat down on a wooden chair placed inside.
I don’t know who it is out there, but I need to meet them to understand the situation.
“Haaaa…”
I sighed involuntarily due to the tightness that was squeezing my chest.
It’s been a long time since I felt this nervous.
It’ll be okay. The tone itself seems to be translated naturally.
If you act carefully, you won’t be suspicious.
” was done. You can come in.”
“Yes. Please excuse me.”
Immediately, a sturdy man came in, lifting the leather at the entrance to the tent.
He was a large Asian man, about 180 cm tall, wearing thick leather armor.
A body trained to the point where the muscles are clearly visible even through clothes.
The skin exposed here and there was covered with cuts and torn scars.
It even has a vicious face that looks like it could chew a person alive.
He was truly a man who looked like a herd of horsemen running through the plains of Mongolia.
Even when I was a soldier, I had never seen such a cruel-looking person.
The pressure to never reveal my true identity became five times stronger.
Because if I got hit by that fist, my skull would probably be crushed.
The only part of the human body that is okay to collapse is the nipples.
The man got down on one knee and bowed his head.
…Let’s at least talk first.
I want to ask his name, but if that man is a close associate of mine, then the moment he asks his name, I will be suspicious.
So give up on that.
“So, what happened this morning?”
“Sorry. You haven’t given any orders yet on what to do with the prisoners captured yesterday…”
“……Prisoner?”
“Yes. There are twenty young guys and thirty-two girls. The young women served the warriors as ordered, but none of the warriors wanted to be given women who could not even speak. Would it be okay to sell them all into slavery?”
oh my god.
Are these bastards really like a horde of demons? I’m the leader of the magic bandit?
I feel dizzy.
“…Is there any need to sell them as slaves?”
“Yes? Ha, that’s a bit…”
I thought it was a bit too much to sell him as a slave, so I asked him about it, and the man suddenly seemed embarrassed and stuttered.
Well, if you sell it as a slave, you can probably make money.
No matter what, it doesn’t mean it’s not true.
What he does as soon as he becomes possessed is sell women and children into slavery.
I don’t want to do something crazy like that.
“No need, right?”
“…Yes, no need!”
When I interrupted the conversation and pressed the man, he broke into a cold sweat and agreed.
Why are you so upset? As if I was scared.
I guess my status was much higher than I thought.
Perhaps because of the man’s attitude, the pressure I felt at first had completely disappeared.
“Okay. Just send them to their families. There is no need for slaves.”
“To the family…? Ah, I see. I will tell the warriors to do the same.”
The man lowered his head even deeper.
When I looked down, my back was wet with sweat. Do you have a sweaty constitution?
“You don’t have any other business other than that, right?”
“Yes… As you ordered yesterday, we are preparing for a retreat, and servants will soon arrive to clean up Hashall’s ger.”
“Okay. Then let’s go out.”
“Excuse me.”
As soon as the man got out of the tent, his body felt weak and he had a headache.
My temple felt sore that I gently pressed it with my left hand.
The embarrassment at the moment of being possessed and the joy at the moment when I stood up on my own two legs disappeared.
The shocking reality that suddenly struck me left me with nothing but despair.
The female leader of the magic bandit…? What’s this.
There was no protagonist like that in any of the novels I read or the games I played.
In the first place, if the role was to attack people and sell them as slaves, it would be a villain, not a protagonist.
And villains are usually slaughtered by the protagonist.
…If it were a beautiful villainess, it could be even more miserable than that.
First of all, we need to find out exactly where this is without raising suspicion.
If I’m really lucky and something I know comes up, I’ll know that much right away.
Then you will get an answer on what to do next.
—-
“…?!……!!”
“…!”
“…….!!”
It was a little noisy outside.
What is it? Come to think of it, he said he was preparing for a retreat. I think he said he would send an attendant.
I listened to the noise coming from outside.
“Ahhhh!”
“Sal, please save me…!”
“Mom! Mom! Uhm,”
“I told you that if you just do as I tell you, you will save my life! Why…?!”
Noise,
no.
It seemed as if all the blood from my body was draining out of my toes.
Screams, those were the screams of people being slaughtered.
Without realizing it, I grabbed my sword and ran out of the tent.
And saw.
A slaughterhouse unfolded before my eyes.
Men wearing armor brandish weapons toward tied women and children.
A woman pierced by a spear screams and shakes her head, and a child who was cut by a knife wriggles and searches for its mother.
The decapitated corpses trembled and vomited blood.
Butchered corpses piled up one after another on top of the overflowing pool of blood that soaked the dirt floor.
The men were just slaughtering people in silence, without any expression.
Well…hey, this is.
What. This crazy sight.
My spine felt cold as if frozen, and my fingertips trembled.
The disgusting stench of blood and excrement flowed into my head every time I took a breath.
feel nausea. I grit my teeth and desperately fight back the nausea.
If you vomit here, you might get caught. That I am fake.
In front of these beasts.
Then, what happens…?
“Hashalar?”
I was startled by an unfamiliar voice suddenly coming from next to me and turned my head.
A man with sunken cheeks and a gloomy expression was looking at me quizzically.
Behind the man were women who looked like servants.
“Are you okay? Your complexion is not good. Are you feeling less tired yet?”
It was a very calm tone of voice.
I don’t think I ever dreamed that I would be shocked by that tragedy.
“No…it’s okay. More than that, what on earth is that thing doing now?”
“Yes? As you ordered, we are organizing the prisoners.”
“…I ordered something like that?”
No, what the fuck do you mean?
I told them to send it to their family.
“Didn’t you tell us to be truthful, just like the men in the village? That’s what Chief Baekho said…?”
ah. So, this means that this crazy band of magicians already killed that person’s family.
The reason why that big man, the man named Jahan Baekhojang, was embarrassed was because he interpreted everything I said as a sign to kill him.
So is this all my fault?
no. no. I didn’t know. It’s not my fault.
It’s not my fault.
I clenched my left fist to hide my trembling.
Even if you tried to stop him, it was already too late. All the prisoners who had fallen in the sea of blood were dead before we knew it.
It can’t be argued. Seeing as how they did something like this as soon as they heard what I said, this must be natural for these guys.
Anything you say now will only arouse suspicion.
“No…Jahan is right. That’s what I ordered… I guess I haven’t woken up yet.”
“Didn’t you drink five buckets of strong liquor last night? Even if you are Hashal, you deserve to be tired.”
The man smiled and nodded, as if his doubts had finally been resolved.
I couldn’t laugh.
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