Chapter 113
Chapter 113
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Became the Master of the Slave Party (6)
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The fairy had given them a mission to fight each other, declaring that if they didn't kill one another within an hour, she'd wipe them all out. But the cowards who couldn't even catch a single kobold stayed rooted to the spot. Instead, they just eyed each other warily, quietly fiddling with the weapons in their hands.
They were clearly terrified of making the first move and drawing aggro. But in my view, that was a foolish choice.
Even killing kobolds gave experience points—why wouldn't killing people do the same? Once the first kill happened, chaos would erupt anyway, so grabbing XP beforehand was the smart play.
"Yawn~ This is boring. Elis, liven things up a bit. I taught you paizuri yesterday, right? Give it a real go today."
"Ngh, haa... Got it..."
But even after 15 minutes, nothing happened. If it weren't for Elis, I would've dozed off watching this standoff. Were they really just going to stand there for the full hour and all die? It was a reasonable suspicion.
"Everyone, please listen to me!"
No, it was a stupid suspicion. Of course they'd say something when their lives were on the line. One member of the survival group finally broke the long silence.
"How about we draw lots to decide who lives? Fighting with weapons could get us all killed, and even survivors might end up badly wounded!"
And just like that, true to their survival group nature, they pulled out a moronic idea.
What? Drawing lots? Are you kidding? You think the loser would just die nicely?
When people started objecting along those lines, the guy who suggested it doubled down: draw lots in groups of five first, then force the rest to go along with those five's results.
So basically, more forced number games?
It sounded plausible at first glance, but come on—could these cowards actually kill the losers? I doubted it. They'd just shove the responsibility around and watch. Or worse, the losers would flip out, and it'd turn into a total mess.
Still, thanks to thoughts like "I'll make it through" or "As long as it's not me," the hesitant crowd went along with him. Before long, the fateful lot-drawing began.
"Kyaa! Hot, haa... Lick, slurp, gulp! Haa... All gone..."
"Good girl. You've gotten a lot better."
"......Mmm..."
After finishing on Elis's face, she cleaned my cock diligently without a hint of disgust. Finally coming to her senses? A perfect slave response.
Impressed, I used purification to wash away every trace of cum from her face and chest. Then I pulled her into my arms, fondling her breasts with both hands as I overlooked the battlefield. It was a scene from hell.
Naturally, the lot-drawing plan had failed spectacularly.
It fell apart right from the start. The first guy drew the short straw, and his girlfriend refused to let him die, killing the lot-drawing proposer instead.
From there, it was nonstop chaos.
The woman who fired the first shot got surrounded and finished off by survival group members. Her boyfriend soon followed her. That sparked attacks from behind by those wary of the group, turning it into a bloodbath where no one trusted anyone.
If only they'd killed one kobold earlier, none of this would've happened. What a tragic reality.
20 minutes in: Lot-drawing begins.
37 minutes in: Battle royale ends with 18 survivors.
And of those 18, less than half were from the survival group.
Glancing at Siwoo, he was tearing up as he stared at the survivors. By now, he'd realize how absurd his ideals were. Even survival group members had turned on each other—proof that you had to look out for yourself.
This was what they called an "awakening."
I believe it. You're the protagonist, after all. This would've happened without me, so yeah—it's your awakening event.
Siwoo would come out of this stronger than before. He was dead last while trying to save everyone; declaring "I'll live for myself" would skyrocket him. And along the way, he'd meet the heroine we haven't seen yet.
Hm? Wait, in that case...
What if I made Siwoo a companion? Following him around would lead straight to the heroine I want. Use him as bait to hook her. Then, right in front of him... No, no need for that. Actually...
Wouldn't turning him into a slave be better?
I need to think this through seriously.
"Hmm? It ended faster than expected! Great, just great. On to the next tutorial!!"
The new spot was some village with buildings but no signs of people. Meant to be our lodging? It was surrounded by dense forest, and eerie sounds echoed from afar.
"This time, survive a week! Simple, right? Ehehehit! But it'll be tough. Try your best. On the last day, you'll probably run all day! Ehehehit!"
"Oh, and top 5 get gifts now. Check your status windows. They're amazing! Ehehehit, good luck! See you in a week~"
The fairy vanished after her spiel, as usual. A week this time? Long if long, short if short. But our task stayed the same: hunt monsters, get stronger. Maybe squeeze in some "education" sessions, but yeah.
"Master, look at this... So cool! New weapon! Heehee!"
I was about to check my status for rewards when Elis spoiled it first. A weapon? She spun around gleefully with a flashy, beautiful axe.
That sheen screamed mithril... Not double-bladed, but sharp enough for at least +8 reinforcement. And the whirlwind motion was faster—swiftness enchantment too. Jackpot. All those kobolds paid off.
If second place got that, what did first get? Heart pounding, I opened my status. A worn necklace dropped from thin air.
📿 Collar of Submission
Allows enslaving a target after completely subduing them.
Oho... Not bad. A lower-tier version of the Collar of Enslavement.
I hadn't filled the required XP yet, so making new slaves needed consent at this stage. Yeah, right. Like saying "Be my slave" would work. Even threatening their life—they'd just spit "Kill me."
But with this Collar of Submission, no more worries. Just subdue them. I could enslave Siwoo right now. Well, still mulling it over.
But rewards didn't stop there. Since it's a week-long survival, providing village houses as lodging made sense. Nice. Tents were fine, but beds are better. Solid tutorial.
"Bro! Found 'em! Over there!"
"Kekeke. I ain't blind, punk. Kyaa~ Elis looks delicious as ever. Getting to pound a girl like that makes coming here worth it."
"Hosik ham. Save the backdoor for me."
"Kekeke. Fine, fine."
Wait, rewards kept coming. Some starting dash bonus—extra XP too. Over ten trash mobs already. How much XP would they give? And those two are 3rd and 4th place. Gear bonuses on top? Total jackpot.
"M-Master! What do we do?"
"What do you mean? Don't freak—hide behind me."
And honestly, I wanted to test something. Thanks to stats from the last tutorial, I felt stronger just breathing. So, what if I threw an inner force punch now? Muscles explode again? Or can I handle it?
Let's find out.
I swung a fist packed with inner force at the drooling perverts closing in.
"Get lost, you bastards!"
KWA
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ANG-!
The trash mob swarm,
the buildings behind them,
and even the forest beyond—
all lost form amid a deafening roar that shredded eardrums.
"Ah, my gear..."
Along with the new equipment 3rd and 4th place were holding.