Chapter 17 - Darkmtl
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Chapter 17

It was an unfamiliar ceiling. Of course, the ceiling I always hit while playing mobile games was always unfamiliar and annoying, but not that one. The real ceiling above my head was unfamiliar.

A ceiling made of stone, no matter how much I thought about it, it felt awkward. Like the phrase “the champion LG Twins.” Come to think of it, that liquor they said they’d open if they won, wouldn’t it have turned into vinegar by now?

My home’s ceiling was made of wood, you know. Did the ceiling Pokémon evolve and change into a rock type or something?

Looking at the walls, I was inside iron bars. But it didn’t seem like a prison since there were no guards, and across from me, a young girl was trembling, locked up.

No matter how much I thought about it, there’s no way they’d lock up such a young girl in a prison. If they lock people up regardless of age or gender, there’s only one possibility.

“Damn, I got drunk and got caught by a slave trader.”

Getting drunk and having my life stolen instead of my bag or wallet. If this goes wrong, even my chastity could be in danger.

Just wait, my body may be weak, but my spirit won’t surrender!

“Ugh, my head…”

The hangover hadn’t subsided yet, but I decided to calmly recall what happened yesterday.

I clearly ran away from home yesterday because I was embarrassed by the magic name that bastard Werner came up with when I was 14.

And then I went into a bar and chugged rum… and then ordered wine and chugged that too.

Now, after drinking myself into a stupor and getting caught by a slave trader, my one-line review was:

“Bleeeeeeergh!”

I really want to cure this hangover with bean sprout soup. My stomach is so sour, I just threw up. The acidic something stung my nose.

At times like this, I wish I had the stew Airi used to make. Even though it looked like goblin vomit, it was surprisingly good for hangovers.

Lying down on the bed, I thought about useless things like that. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, so maybe I’ll sleep a bit more.

Honestly, I wasn’t worried at all. I’m one of the top three mages on the continent, what’s there to be afraid of?

Unless they’ve put some special magic-sealing restraints on me, I can just escape with magic.

*Clang*

“What the hell?”

Looking at my ankle, there was a red restraint. Damn, they put a magic-sealing restraint on me. Why are you here, restraint bro?

But why the ankle? They haven’t laid a hand on me yet since I’m still a minor… Come to think of it, by their age calculation, Airi just became an adult.

Even though I’m doing some hellish tightrope walking with three women, it’s not like I’m wearing an ankle bracelet.

“Damn it, let me out!”

The fear that I might be sold to the Orc Queen and end my life as a stud horse gripped me. Damn, this isn’t even a ts story, but a slave episode, something’s definitely wrong.

If they wanted to do a slave episode, they should’ve ts’d a character named Bernia, not Werner. If Bernia got ts’d and had a slave episode, she’d be sold to a perverted noble and become a corrupted female. That’s even worse.

I shook the iron bars, but they didn’t budge. Werner’s raw strength is pretty strong, so the fact that the bars didn’t move means they were made with proper craftsmanship.

Why didn’t they cut corners and make it shoddy? They had to show off their damn craftsmanship and make it hard to escape.

Where’s the embezzlement spirit of this era!!! Where’s the corruption spirit!!!

Shoddy construction, embezzlement, bosses running off with the money.

These are the three virtues you need to remember when working in construction in my country.

“Construction guild bastards!!! If I get out of here, I’ll tear you limb from limb!!!”

If it’s a medieval fantasy, it should follow medieval authenticity. The quality should be crap, and they should always make the same thing without innovation. Damn, why is this iron bar stronger than modern South Korea?

There’s definitely a Steve Jobs of iron bars in the construction guild. I firmly decided to smash that bastard’s head. Geniuses die young, so you, who brought innovation to iron bars, should die young too.

Tired of shouting, I sat quietly, and all sorts of random thoughts came to mind.

Who’s going to buy me…

The Orc Queen I mentioned earlier, since she was mentioned first, she’s the main heroine. I’d kill myself immediately.

Then there’s the perverted noblewoman, the ts version of the perverted nobleman I just mentioned. Unfortunately, ts characters aren’t my taste, so I’d kill myself immediately.

The perverted nobleman who’s into men. The homosexual version of that nobleman. I don’t know why there are so many versions, but if I get caught by him, I’d kill myself immediately.

Then, the iron bars opened, and two robed figures entered. They might not be human, maybe elves or some other race, so I’ll call them human-like things.

By the way, slave traders wrapped up like that… I’ve seen them somewhere before. Mostly in adult games…

“Damn, do you guys have tentacles? Or are you here to carve some weird tattoo on me?”

Guys who look like that always pull out tentacles and violate the heroine. Or they’re black sorcerers who carve weird tattoos.

“Kuh, kill me! My life isn’t worth it!”

I’m not a princess knight, but I wanted to say that line at least once. Strangely, saying that line doesn’t get you killed. Even in historical dramas, they say “Please kill me!” but they don’t get killed. Except for Kill Bang-won and Yeonsangun.

Unless those guys are reincarnations of Yeonsangun and Kill Bang-won, they’re not here to kill me.

But they clomped closer to me.

“Don’t come closer, I can shoot! I can shoot!”

Even though I shouted like I was possessed by Jeong Madam, they stopped right in front of me.

Damn, they’re reincarnations of Kill Bang-won and Yeonsangun. Not even ts, but reincarnated as slave traders, the kings of Joseon.

Just as I thought I was going to die, Yeonsangun’s reincarnation handed me a wooden bowl. What is it, poison?

“It’s a meal. Eat quietly.”

They just came to give me food, and I was the one freaking out. Ah, this is so embarrassing, it’s all because of that damn Steve Jobs of the construction guild.

When I get out, should I twist that bastard’s head to the left or the right? I seriously pondered while slurping the soup the slave trader gave me.

“Huh?”

What’s this, why is it so good? This is the kind of soup that even Ramen critic Mr. Aris would praise with a Buddha-like smile. If you just add noodles, you could sell it in a store with One Piece figures.

Plus, my stomach was burning, and I craved something warm. This thin soup was exactly what I wanted. If I escape and kill all these slave traders, I’ll spare the cook.

Once my stomach was somewhat full, the heartburn disappeared. Soup is indeed the best for hangovers.

“By the way, damn… sigh…”

A sigh escaped me.

What am I supposed to do now? A grand mage caught by slave traders… Even a passing dog would laugh. They don’t seem to know my identity, though.

If Airi finds out, she’ll definitely tease me for 10 years.

“Haha, Master, you got caught by a slave trader, aren’t you ashamed?”

“Hey, I should’ve saved up my allowance to buy a slave master! Then just bam!”

“Hey, there goes the slave uncle caught by a slave trader! Where’s your owner?”

I don’t even need to see it, it’s already playing in my head. Just imagining that scene made me so angry I punched the wall hard.

Alright, let’s use wisdom.

In movies, when someone collapses from stomach pain, their comrades call a doctor, and when the guard opens the door, the comrades subdue the guard and escape.

The problem is, I don’t have any comrades like that. This is why Luffy went around gathering comrades.

I went back to the iron bars and shouted.

“Hey! I mean, sirs! My stomach hurts, can you call a doctor?”

Life is a solo game, if you don’t have comrades, you play solo. And I prefer single-player games anyway.

The slave trader who came to me said this.

“Why do you guys always have stomach aches on the day you’re caught? Please hurt somewhere else, I’m so sick of this.”

Ah, so other seniors use this method often too. From ancient times to now, those who are imprisoned suddenly complain of stomach aches, a long-standing tradition. I felt a bit proud.

“It really hurts! Damn, do you want me to shit my pants during the slave auction? Buyers wouldn’t want a slave who shits their pants, right?”

Even I wouldn’t buy a slave who shits their pants. I’d rather buy an elf slave. Wait, is that dangerous too?

“Don’t worry, there’s someone who wants you specifically.”

“What?”

“There’s someone who’s offering three chests of gold for you nationwide.”

Damn, even before officially going on sale, there’s already a pre-order. It’s not like some new iPhone.

“Who is it?”

“Duke Glacia Winterheart of the North.”

Damn… it’s Werner’s fiancée.

I cursed Werner’s comrade, Glacia’s father.

“Bro, you really raised your daughter wrong…”

Zick and that brother, everyone around Werner really raised their daughters like crap.


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I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

여주인공의 스승으로 전생했다.
Score 7.8
Status: Completed Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Korean
Someone is reincarnated as a villain. Another person is reborn as an extra. But I was reborn as the master of the protagonist, destined to die while protecting her.

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