Chapter 2

“Wow, who do we have here? Isn’t it the heartless Slave Death God Carami?”

“Nice to see you, Mr. Bolt. I knew you would come.”

“Of course. As a slave merchant, I have to be here. It’s the day of the biggest Slave Carnival in the kingdom, held once a year!”

Slave Carnival.

It is the largest-scale slave auction in the Traur Kingdom. A variety of rare slaves that cannot be seen during ordinary times are auctioned off.

Not only slave merchants but also commoners and nobles have great interest in it, so it is referred to as a ‘festival’ in the public eye.

“I’ll tell you a little secret, there’s a pink goat beastman on this auction.”

“Is that supposed to be some big secret?”

“Does a slave merchant not know this? The chewy delicacies of a goat beastman can’t be compared to any other species!”

“Oh… is that so?”

“Your indifferent reaction makes me think you lack experience. Then take this chance to buy one. After you have it just once, you won’t be satisfied with anything other than a goat beastman’s body.”

Furry Bolt Gay gave a dog-like piece of advice and disappeared towards the auction venue. It’s a secret that a blush appeared on his face just prior to leaving.

I shook my head.

Oh, people. Shouldn’t they be good slave merchants like me instead of acting like that? Sigh, tsk tsk.

Thunk.

I was standing there blankly when I bumped into a passing person. A muscular woman. The shackles hanging around her neck were the mark of a slave.

From the fact that she was holding a bag, she seemed to be running an errand, but due to our collision, the groceries tumbled down.

Even though the other person was a slave, I was not concerned about status. I politely apologized like a gentleman.

“I’m sorry, lady. I was distracted.”

“Is that all? What am I supposed to do about this? My master is going to go crazy at me… Black hair, black eyes? No, no, no, no, Slave Death God Carami?!”

“Haha, I am indeed called by that name.”

The pale-faced woman.

She immediately fell to the ground as if she had been struck by lightning.

“I’m sorry for colliding with your filthy body! You can stomp on my head until your anger is appeased, just please spare my life!”

“Haha, how could I, as a gentleman, do such a thing to a lady?”

“Gentleman? Gentleman, gentleman, gentleman, Death God! Gero-rolok.”

The woman started frothing at the mouth and fainted.

“Hey! Carami has broken another slave!”

“What’s this? I heard you bought a bunch of slaves last time, but you’re not carrying a single one?”

“It’s obvious. He probably just played with them for a bit and tossed them aside.”

“Wow. All those slaves? It’s no wonder he’s called the Slave Death God. What an impressive guy.”

People around me whispered. Today, my reputation rose another notch.

In a bad way.

It’s been a year since I was possessed by the slave merchant Carami. Once dreaming of being a good slave merchant, I had somehow become the Slave Death God.

“Where else would you find a kind slave merchant like me?”

Damn, it’s frustrating.

***

Tycoon of Slave.

For short, Taosl. It’s a game where the user becomes a slave merchant and enjoys a happy life with slaves.

A Tycoon is a genre of games that fall under management simulation.

For instance, if you sell coffee using good ingredients and machines, you earn in-game currency that helps grow your coffee shop.

Taosl just sells slaves instead of coffee.

You buy slaves, raise them appropriately, and then sell them to receive rewards that match their value. With that money, you can buy new slaves to raise or use it elsewhere.

You can venture into dungeons with the slaves you raised, open a shop to conduct business, or, upon age verification, raise them as sex slaves to make it ‘heh heh heh.’

It’s a world where various races like elves and beastmen exist, allowing for the purchase and cultivation of preferred slaves.

High freedom and attractive female characters were considered the major advantages of this somewhat popular game.

Then a bomb that turned Taosl to dust exploded. It was even a self-detonation.

One day, an updated patch was the damn ignition. The game company said, “Ta-da, we have prepared an update that users will love!”

What they revealed was a 40-year-old elf.

Utilizing the elf’s characteristic of being a long-liver to create a “Though an adult in human years, they grow slowly as an elf~” scenario, it was a common legal loli design found in creative works.

Legal loli?

Yeah, that’s fine. There is considerable demand for cute characters. But they should be small enough! How is it possible for something that doesn’t even reach the waist to be an adult?

A cutscene was added in which you could indulge in it, and as expected, the game got hit by the laws against child exploitation and was obliterated. There were rumors floating around the gallery that the creators were arrested.

The game, to which I had poured my college life, disappeared overnight.

What about my time?

What about my lovely slaves?

Despite my difficulties in dismissing the allure of those maxed affection levels saying, “I want to give birth to my master’s slave,” my beloved daughters vanished.

That very day, I copy-pasted my 570 billion words of fury into the game company email, forums, and Taosl review sections, and the result was ta-da.

“I’ve been possessed by a game.”

Slave merchant Carami.

That was the character I had possessed. A penniless character destined to starve without slaves. Suddenly dropped into the medieval era, what am I supposed to do to survive?

The only silver lining is that I somewhat memorized how to play the game because I did have some affection for it.

The unfortunate part is that while I know the strategy, I lack the minimal capital needed to implement it.

And it’s not just a game; I have to figure out where to live and eat in reality. Thus, aside from slave raising, I initially got a job at an inn.

Fortunately, I was possessed a year before the main event, the Slave Carnival, so I have some preparation time.

“Quite tight, though.”

If I don’t buy a slave, that slave will be sold to someone else. If something goes wrong and the slave dies, I’d be looking at a game over screen right from the start.

As I am now, I probably won’t die instantly for not being able to buy a slave, but if I don’t meet the [Return Condition: Fully liberate the main slaves], I can’t go home.

Within a year, I need to gather enough capital to purchase and fully raise story slaves.

While I’ve saved some money working at the inn, I still can’t even afford to feed myself. I need to snowball this small amount of money and gather whatever funds I can.

So what should I do?

“I need to buy and raise a slave.”

***

In a tycoon game, typically, there are two routes to earn money. Let’s take a restaurant tycoon as an example.

Restaurant Tycoon.

At first, you sell street food from a booth, gradually upgrading until you end as the owner of a Michelin 3-star restaurant serving steak. That is the ending of the game.

Selling expensive dishes will earn you a lot of money. Selling steak in a restaurant is much more profitable than selling tteokbokki from a street food stall. That’s the plain truth.

However, to sell steak, you need the best ingredients, a chef to cook, and a suitable place for dining.

If you can make and sell it, you can rake in a lot of money, but it’s a selling strategy that requires a certain level of foundation.

This naturally leads the focus down to the lower-tier dishes, where selling street food isn’t very efficient. Considering investment costs and time, it’s better to get a part-time job.

You can’t sell steak and selling street food is a grey area. At times like this, a certain dish fits perfectly.

That’s right, it’s soup.

You can earn a decent profit with moderate investment.

In Taosl, a product that serves the function of soup is the beastmen. Considered lowly beasts in the human kingdom of Traur, they are often abused.

Due to their bodies or minds being broken, the slave value of damaged beastman slaves drops, bringing them to market at cheaper prices.

The more scars a slave has, the more reward you receive for liberating them per the game system, so beastman slaves are almost soup incarnate.

While someone might consider them a troublesome burden, they were like a lifeline to me.

With the money I earned from my part-time job, I bought beastmen, fed them, and treated their wounds suitably. When their value increased, I guided them to the beastman kingdom Vestia.

From the payment received for the slaves in Vestia, along with the rewards for liberating them, I repeated this process countless times, and gradually, my money began to accumulate!

I raised and liberated beastmen like running a factory and successfully amassed a fortune of 5,000 gold coins in just one year! It was enough to buy story slaves.

The problem was that my reputation had plummeted to the bottom.

I had even gained the infamous title of Slave Death God Carami.

“Why is that…?”

The reason was simple.

Despite my purchases of slaves in excess, there were none left beside me. To the eyes of the people, I was just human trash who enjoyed myself and discarded them.

I treated them well, but it’s so sad. But what can I do? The beastmen returning home greeted me. That was enough.

Ah, it’s the completion of a world where no one gets hurt.

Anyway, I gathered enough money, and coincidentally, I also obtained items that would help in slave raising from the Count Briam household. Narsha was returned to the family, so everyone wins.

The preparations are complete.

It’s time to dive into the main episode.

“Everyone, this year’s Slave Carnival is already nearing its end. However, the heat is many times hotter than at the start!”

The host of the slave auction shouts into the magic tool.

All the previous slaves presented in the auction have been sold.

By the way, Bolt already bought the pink goat beastman I mentioned earlier, only to find out it was a male. From today onwards, your name is Furry Bolt Dung Crab.

“Before meeting today’s main dish, allow me to introduce the appetizer.”

The spotlight flickers on the podium, revealing a girl who had been hidden in the darkness.

She appears to be in her mid-150 cm range, petite in stature.

With waves of hair that seem to capture the night sky and indigo eyes.

Wearing rags barely identifiable as clothing, her arms and legs looked thin, suggesting she hadn’t been well-fed.

As the slave entered my line of sight, information was displayed. I already knew this girl.

[Abandoned Witch Mirabel]

The first main slave.