Looking down, I saw traces of the whipping between the torn clothes.
I guess it was a situation where he was being tortured.
Considering my luck, I thought I’d be assigned a bad role, but I didn’t know it would be like this.
In the meantime, I glanced at the notification window that appeared before my eyes.
[You have entered the fifth great demon realm!]
[You have been possessed by one of the characters from Paradise Country.]
The place where I am now is a world in a painting.
Although it is a picture, it is no different from the real world.
Below the notification window, there was something like basic settings about me written down.
[The class of the character you are possessed by is slave.]
It is said that the owner of this body was born among slaves and automatically became a slave.
Up to this point, it’s a common setup.
What’s unusual is that after his parents were absurdly murdered by his master, he took revenge on him and ran away.
After that, he lived as a fugitive, was captured by someone else, and became a slave again.
[He has a belligerent personality and a strong rebellious streak.]
It wasn’t a bad setup.
If the owner of a body with this kind of personality is lucky, it will be easy to recover even after the possession ends.
Now that I had an idea of the situation, it was time to start moving.
-Thud!
As I pulled hard with my arm, the chain snapped limply.
I broke the handcuffs and gauntlets, then destroyed the iron collar around my neck.
I clearly remember this as a sign of slavery.
When I examined his body, I saw that he was wearing only a pair of pants.
All the items I had when I entered were gone.
Since the low-level platform could not be used, it seemed necessary to procure new weapons.
However, the shop window opened, and there was no change in abilities or powers.
It won’t be a big problem in fighting, but it’s a slave.
The conditions were not ideal for clearing this Demon Sutra.
[Become the king of paradise.]
[Time limit: None.]
The condition for conquering this great demonic realm is to become the king of Paradise.
It seems that the higher the position, or the more royalty, the easier it is to approach the current king.
Because it also applies to the power and connections of this world.
I thought that in my previous life, people who started at the bottom like me just voluntarily left.
But I was satisfied with my rank.
In this Demonic Realm, I didn’t intend to end it with just a strategy.
Of course, as a slave, there are some shortcomings, but those can be resolved through connections.
Besides me, other people who entered here would also have been possessed by the world in the painting.
I chose it by referring to the roles from my previous life, so I don’t know if it will be the same as then.
As I was trying to contact the members, I heard heavy footsteps nearby.
“That bug, it’s so gross. Even after being whipped like that, it didn’t die.”
Let’s wait a moment and soon a huge figure will appear.
What came inside was a bipedal wild boar.
As depicted in the picture, they were wearing human clothes.
Judging from their attire, they didn’t seem to be nobles, but rather commoners.
“You’re a damned rascal. You always rebel over trivial things. I guess beating you wasn’t enough. Instead, I’d rather cut your leg tendons… … Huh?”
Then they suddenly stopped.
They were looking at the prison cell where I had just been locked up.
The iron bars are torn off and I can’t see myself, so I can’t help but panic.
“He ran away! Catch him quickly… … .”
-Ugh!
The bastard’s head spun around and made a loud cracking sound.
The supervisor, completely unaware of my surprise attack, had already turned his head 180 degrees.
“This, this slave… … !”
The remaining supervisors drew the swords they had on their waists.
I can kill you right away, but I need to hear about the current situation.
Then the bastard ran towards me screaming.
“How dare you, you insolent little bug!”
-Crack!
I grabbed the sword the overseer was holding and smashed it into pieces, then punched the bastard in the surprised face.
I adjusted it so that it wouldn’t die, but a few yellow teeth came out along with blood.
The supervisor fell to the floor after another punch to the forehead.
“Ugh, ugh… … . B, how can you do that to a bug… … .”
I was reflected in his eyes.
The eyes were half contempt and half fear.
I looked down at the supervisor and said.
“Even though I’m a bug, I’m stronger than you, so it would be better to cooperate.”
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Seeing that there was still contempt in his eyes, I thought he needed a little more attention.
I took out the knife the dead guy had and tapped the surviving guy’s leg.
“Did you say you were going to cut the tendons in your legs?”
“… … !”
Only then did the fear in his eyes grow even bigger.
I said, slightly applying force to the hilt of the knife.
“I got hit so hard that I lost my memory. Where am I and who are you?”
“Hey, this is… … a place to manage slaves. We buy and sell slaves, and also put them to work… … .”
I have never personally entered the Fifth Great Demonic Cult, but I have heard many stories about it through the members of the Bihomun.
Also about the structure of Paradise.
This country is a thoroughly class-based society.
At the top are the royal family, then the nobility, then the commoners and then the commoners.
The slaves at the very bottom are not treated with dignity.
They are treated like livestock or objects, and if they have no owner, they are not held responsible even if they are killed.
It was a ridiculous sight to be given the name of a country called Paradise.
Well, it would be a paradise for royalty and nobles.
At that moment, the bastard rolled his eyes and ran at me screaming, thinking that I was showing an opening.
“This ungrateful… … !”
-Crunch!
The supervisor, who was worried that his leg tendons would be severed, was lying on the ground with his throat cut.
I was thinking of at least sparing your life.
I was going to ask more about the size of this place and its exact location, but it was something I could check for myself.
I looked down at the bloody blade.
The dull blade reflected my face like a mirror, and there I saw my original appearance.
To those who have transferred in from the outside, it will appear as the original face, but to the characters in the world of the painting, it will appear as something different.
Perhaps I too have the face of a foreign race.
Because it was a possession by an existing person.
It didn’t really matter since the Bihomun group could recognize each other’s faces.
First of all, I have to get out of here.
You can escape in an instant by using ‘Hermit’ and ‘Thieving Rat’, but…
-Thump, thump.
I left the prison quietly.
As I came outside, I had a rough idea of where I was.
It definitely looked like a construction site.
Amidst the sound of pickaxes being dug everywhere, numerous alien species were seen.
The shabby-clothed foreigners like me were busy digging the ground and carrying dirt and stones.
The sound of whipping echoed through the air.
“Move quickly, you slaves!”
A slightly more revealing member of the race was whipping the slaves.
Meanwhile, the slave who had been whipped fell to the floor gasping.
“Gasp, croak… … .”
It was impossible to tell exactly how old it was because it had the face of a beast, but it was clear that it was in bad condition.
He was so skinny that his bones were showing, and his hair was all over the place.
Anyone could tell that he was sick.
When the man was whipped and unable to stand up, a young looking foreigner rushed over and wrapped him up.
The supervisor approached, gritting his teeth.
“What are you doing? Go back to your place.”
“I’ll work more! Sir, I’m not feeling well right now… … . Please let me rest just for today!”
“Where did this idiot dare to talk back… …!”
The overseer tried to lift the whip again, but his arm would not move.
Because I was holding it.
Before he could even panic, a sword was thrust into his heart.
-Phew!
The bastard ended up screaming and dying.
After pushing the corpse away, he looked down at the aliens blocking the supervisor’s path.
I said to the young alien with a bewildered look on its face.
“Take the slaves and hide in a corner.”
“Yes, yes?”
“Quickly.”
There is no way other supervisors didn’t see what just happened.
Suddenly, armed supervisors were seen running out from all directions.
I walked forward with my sword in hand.
“What the hell is that slave?”
“Kill him first! Subdue him now!”
The young outcast noticed the situation and began to run inside hastily, dragging the slaves with him.
Since everyone is wearing armor, they won’t be able to escape outside.
It’s enough to just watch all this happening from nearby.
[The ability ‘Frostfire’ is activated!]
Ice quickly spread across the floor, catching the supervisors’ legs.
The guys panicked and tried to escape, but it was already too late.
There was no prey as easy as a frozen opponent.
-Crunch!
A drop of blood fell onto the ice.
I cut and pierced the supervisors without rest.
They seemed to be confused by the electric car, but it was useless to be confused.
“Ugh, crap… … !”
“No, how can a slave use such a strong ability?”
Judging by the reactions, all the guys who flocked here are low-level.
Judging by its size, it seems to be a fairly large group.
If you don’t hit the top, you’ll have regrets later.
“Report to the sergeant immediately!”
At that moment, a guy was seen running away somewhere naked.
It seemed like he was going to Danju, and I was grateful for that.
I was dealing with the other supervisors without intentionally catching the guy.
[The ability ‘Mattan’ is activated!]
-Quaqua light!
The power I stole from Yang Baek was activated at my fingertips.
The magic bullet pierced through enemies at the speed of light.
If it were swords, they could clash, but they were helpless against the invisible attack.
“Ugh, gulp… … .”
Before I knew it, everything around me was cleaned up.
One of the dogs, still breathing, looked at me with difficulty and said:
“Yes, you… … . Even so, if the Lord comes, it’s over… … !”
It seemed that Danju was not only running the top, but also had military power.
At that moment, a loud voice burst out along with urgent footsteps.
“How many of these slaves are there… …!”
I could tell at a glance that the guy who had barged in was Danju.
They were a hairy, shaggy race, and their clothes looked fancy and of good quality.
Danju glared at me and bared his teeth.
“He was a guy who knew how to use a sword… … . It’s better. I can sell him for a high price as a battle slave.”
“No, he doesn’t just use a sword! Even though he’s a slave, he uses his supernatural powers!”
“what?”
Danju furrowed his brow at the mention of me using my supernatural power.
That would be the case, because in this country, supernatural abilities were mainly reserved for nobles or royalty.
There isn’t much difference between this world and the outside world.
The higher the class, the more powerful the abilities are displayed.
Slaves also occasionally use their powers, but they are of little use.
A slave with a strong ability was almost like a rare creature.
Danju was confused when he discovered traces of frost sparks remaining on the ground.
After finishing the calculations, his expression softened a bit, unlike just now.
“Hmm, even though he’s a slave, I guess he knows how to fight.”
Even though more than ten of my men had died, the bastard was still talking to me in a friendly manner.
Since slaves who fight well are sold for quite a high price, it seems they decided to persuade them instead of killing them.
He asked me subtly.
“It would be a waste to work in a place like this… …. How about being my bodyguard?”
From slave to escort.
It was a suggestion that other slaves might find shocking if they heard it.
But I didn’t think so.
[The ability ‘Mattan’ is activated!]
-Quaqua light!
The bullet pierced Danju’s chest without giving him a chance to dodge.
