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The small iron cage where he could not even freely stretch his arms and legs was his only world. name? There wasn’t. Slave No. 25 was the name they called him.

Since I never went outside, I never felt like the world was small. Since I had never been given a name before, I had a secret affection for the insincere name No. 25.

The iron bars piled so tightly together in a dark 6-pyeong room where not even light came in were his close friends and family. There was a rotting smell, but even that felt fragrant as a twisted affection.

They were leaning on each other for their gradually rotting lives, barely waiting for the day when they would be sold.

It’s a good thing that it’s sold here. Rather than being used as meat by monsters, it is better to become someone’s plaything and somehow survive by pleasing them.

When he said those words, he seemed to be acknowledging that his value as a slave was no more or less than that of a slave, so he didn’t say anything, but everyone was thinking that way.

– Squeak

Ah, that sound again.

Someone gets sold, someone gets eaten.

The sound of a despairing door is no different from the death sentence of a messenger announcing one of the two.

The sound of swallowing was heard here and there.

Soon, a bright light came on in the dark room, and a red-skinned Ogre woman with horns on both sides entered.

He can easily cross 2 meters, and his entire body is full of vicious muscles.

He was the owner of this slave market. I don’t know the name. However, it was always she who introduced us or threw slaves who were no longer in demand or returned slaves into the monster’s cage as food.

The ogre entered the room, took a quick look at the iron bars, then lifted the top iron bars with vicious hands and slammed them on the floor! I put it down to make a sound.

And that was cage number 25.

No. 25 felt anxious as he felt his world shaking. Cold sweat began to run down my spine.

My heart began to beat rapidly and my breathing became difficult.

A little anxiety became fear, and fear preyed on anxiety and became despair. Once the despair started, the acceleration did not stop.

Soon, a huge human shadow appeared in front of Room 25. No. 25 could not even meet the eyes of the person who came to buy him, and began to tremble like an aspen tree, with his eyes fixed on the floor.

As Ogre introduced No. 25 to the guests, he smiled sinisterly, revealing the sharp gold teeth he had earned with the money he had earned from selling slaves.

“It is a bit expensive, but this is the best product in our store. Isn’t it just nice that he looks pretty cute and has a gentle personality?”

As Oger said, No. 25 had a decent appearance. The gray eyes peeking through the bushy black hair that covered the eyebrows and up to the eyes had a mysterious harmony, and the body was slim so that even weak women could easily play with it.

This level of slave was not something that could be easily obtained in this world where men were precious.

The ogre, who was talking loudly, whispered in the guest’s ear as if this was a confidential matter. But the sound was also heard in No. 25’s ears.

“Furthermore, unlike this one, which is formed from a mixture of dragon blood, it does not die easily no matter how roughly you treat it. Would you like me to show you?”

The lumpy tendons on the ogre’s arms began to rise in a sinister manner. At that sight, No. 25’s body began to tremble almost like a seizure. I have seen too many family members die from being hit by that fist.

Your stomach may be pierced, your bones may be broken, or your face may be distorted beyond recognition. Auger also used unnecessary products to relieve his stress in that way.

Getting hit hurts. Losing is painful. Number 25 grabbed the small horns on its head and placed its head between its knees.

‘I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!’

“No, it’s okay.”

It was a voice as pure and clear as jade beads rolling. I couldn’t even imagine someone picking a slave at a slave market.

Number 25 slowly raised his head and confirmed the owner of the voice.

Blonde hair that grew to near the shoulder blades, paired with golden eyes and vertically slit beast-like pupils. A body whose curves are clearly visible even without tight-fitting clothes.

Number 25 forgot his duties for a moment and stared blankly at the customer’s face. Their eyes met, and Slave No. 25 lowered his gaze again as he realized what he had done.

A slave must not carelessly look into his master’s eyes. That was the unwritten rule among slaves.

‘I’m going to be murdered…’ !’

Contrary to No. 25’s expectations, the guest showed no reaction. Rather, he crossed his arms and asked the Ogre a question.

“Did you say dragon? How did you get it?”

Ogre frowned slightly and scratched his head as if recalling a past memory.

“How did you get it? I just got caught kidnapping various things in a cave. Wow, thinking back on that time, I was really lucky.”

After finishing speaking, Ogre laughed heartily.

However, just because the ogre was smiling, there was no law that required the guests to smile as well. Perhaps because he didn’t get the answer he wanted, instead of answering, the customer just scratched his chin and let out a sighing sound.

Ogre scratched his head again in annoyance as he looked at the customer who showed no clear reaction.

“Well, if you don’t like this guy, can I show you another guy? There are vampires, there are werewolves, and if that’s your preference, there are ordinary humans, right?”

The customer standing in front had his arms crossed and only gestured with his chin to point to number 25. Even the smallest action was overflowing with elegance.

“Let’s use this guy. I liked the look in your eyes.”

Ogre was satisfied with the customer’s decision and called out the price of No. 25 as if he had been waiting.

“It will cost 10,000 gold coins.”

It’s an absurd price. If you had 10,000 gold coins, you could eat and play without working for the rest of your life.

However, the customer took out a small business card from his pocket, threw it at Oak, and said:

“Put it here.”

After finishing speaking, the customer immediately approached No. 25 and kicked the door of the iron cage.

For the first time, No. 25 opened the door to a world I had never thought of entering.

I crawled on all fours and slowly got out of the cage.

For the first time, I screamed as my joints cracked and cracked in my fully stretched body.

For No. 25, who did not know freedom, the feeling was not freedom, but fear. It felt as if I was hanging in the air by a single string.

“Can you walk?”

No. 25 somehow nodded at the voice heard from above.

However, the body, which had been trapped for a long time and could not properly absorb nutrients, did not move as easily as No. 25 thought.

The customer, who saw him repeatedly falling to the floor, shook his head left and right and slowly approached No. 25.

Number 25, seeing that, was once again filled with fear. I thought I had finally escaped, but it was obvious that it would be abandoned once it was deemed useless.

No. 25 had already been unsold for a long time due to its price. If I was not welcomed here and now, there was a risk of becoming a meal for monsters one day.

That’s all you need to avoid.

“Sorry! sorry! I can stand up, so just a little… Please give me some time!”

The guest’s movements stopped for a moment as No. 25 cried out in pleading.

“Sorry, I don’t have time.”

After finishing speaking, the customer gestured toward number 25.

There are some crazy bitches who will kill a slave right away after paying a huge sum of gold, but it is better to die as a plaything than to be eaten by a monster. Number 25 thought that and closed his eyes tightly.

However, even though a considerable amount of time had passed since I closed my eyes, I did not feel any pain. Is he dead? I wanted to, but I was still able to think about No. 25, as if denying him. I could move my body, and I could vividly feel the cold wind hitting my body.

And at some point, the rotten smell of family members stopped piercing my nose.

“Why don’t you open your eyes?”

Number 25 narrowed his eyes at the voice of the customer, or rather, the person who was now the owner.

When number 25 opened his eyes, what was in front of him was a huge castle.

Even number 25, who was locked behind bars, had a vague idea of what kind of being could possess such a castle.

“Demon, demon lord?”