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Slave trader
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NAME
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???
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LEVEL
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15
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Oh so it works like this as well... level 15. I’m still only level 1. Worth a shot I guess
Suddenly Kyros made a break for it, but before he could even get a meter away, he felt something solid hit the back of his head.
The last thing Kyros saw was a -35hp in the corner of his sight, and everything then faded black.
“You fool...” he heard from behind him as the last of his conscience left him.
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Kyros awoke with a sharp pain in his head, he could barely open his eyes. He first noticed upon waking up that he was no longer in a forest but an underground cave. The source of light were these weird stones that glowed with light, not comparable with anything from Earth that he knew of.
“Ah, you’re awake elf. Wasn’t a smart move to talk to the slave traders that way was it.” A deep voice came from his side. As he turned he saw the familiar face of that middle-aged man who was also caught by the slave traders.
“Not talking hey... well your kind are known for that. Still, your kind are usually sold to the wealthy and live a life better than even some village folk, seeing as though how attractive you all are. He must’ve hated you to sell you here.”
“Where is here?” Kyros responded with a raspy voice.
“Oh, so you are talking. Well welcome to home. We’ve been sold to the Mavis mines.”
“Mavis?”
“That’s right, you elves usually stick to yourselves in the forests. Probably don''t know much about our kingdom. Mavis is one of the 12 great houses of the Callux kingdom.”
“I see... so what are we doing here?” Kyros responded. He had a faint idea but coming from a world where he could’ve sued that man for hitting him in the head, it was clear that the way of this world will take some getting used to.
“You’re really clueless to these things, aren’t you. Lucky I’m here to explain. We’re to spend the remainder of our lives mining for the Mavis family. They bought you for a lofty sum and now they’re going to make their money back by making you mine. Mavis makes most of their income through mining and selling the ores to the kingdom. Currently, I’ve been tasked to watch over you until you’re healed enough to start working. Feel free to take your time healing up hahaha.” This middle-aged man seemed quite jovial considering his situation.
“You seem pretty... careless, considering you’re in the same boat.”
“Ah well, I was a servant before this, working for a young noble house. However, they went under and sold me to the mines, the traders were only paid to deliver me. So I’m a veteran at this sort of thing haha.” Kyros usually thinks of other people as annoyances in his life, but something about this man was different. Kyros was used to being treated differently in his old life, however, this man was friendly towards him.
“Any way you can call me Rulf.” The man said.
“I’m Kyros.”
“Well, Kyros I’ll let you get back to resting, even though I said to take your time I doubt they’ll let us off too long.” With that Rulf turned and headed off to leave Kyros to think things over.
Well, slaving was real on Earth as well, but it never really affected me. Alright, first I need to heal and then start thinking of a way out of here.
Kyros opened his status screen from the corner of his eye.
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Status Screen
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Name:
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Kyros
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Level:
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1
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Race:
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High Elf
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Mana:
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100/100
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Health:
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82/100
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Stamina:
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100/100
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None.
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“Hmm, I can assume I was unconscious for at least a few hours, considering there were no mountains close by when he knocked me out. I lost 35 health when he attacked me, so in the span of a few hours I’ve only recovered 17 health. I guess this is really real life and not a game, in my games, I’d have healed back up in a couple of minutes. It’s probably safe to assume I’ll heal at the same rate as a normal person.” Kyros pondered on this for a moment until he heard footsteps outside of the cave chamber he was in.
A tall sickly man appeared from the corner, he had dirt all over his body and overalls. His black hair was greasy to the point that Kyros could see it shine, however the most notable point of this man was how pale and sick he appeared. It was as if he had lived in a cave for his whole life.
“Heh, so you’re the elf. First of your kind to be sent here. Well doesn’t matter what you were, down here we are all slaves. I’m the slave master in charge of our section, call me sir. You and your buddy are the newest recruits. Also, yes I am a slave as well, however, I’ve been here for 23 years and worked for this position. If you work hard you could get here within a couple of years.” Even this man’s voice sounded sickly.
“Yes sir, umm is there any way to earn freedom” Kyros usually hated conforming to authority but decided it was best to call him sir and play it safe. The previous incident wouldn’t have been as bad as it was if he could’ve kept his attitude in control.
“Nonsense, we don’t live in a fairy tale, you will live out the rest of your lives here, working for the Mavis family. Speak of freedom again and you will lose foodprivileges for two days. Ah reminds me, food, you’re entitled to 2 portions of food a day. However, that’s only if you fill the quota. 15 copper ores a day.”
Surely there must be a way to get freedom, I just got reborn, no way I’m going to spend it living in some mine as a slave. That damned God led me on to believe that I was going to have a better life.
The slave master wondered over to the corner of the room and picked up an old iron pickaxe, the pick looked as if it would break if you swung it at anything solid.
“Seeing as though you’re well enough to talk about freedom, you can start tomorrow. Breakfast is from 6 to 6:30, miss it and you won’t eat until dinner which is from 6 pm to 6:30. Breakfast will be your first and only free meal here, enjoy it.” The slave master threw the pickaxe on top of Kyros and left.
Kyros studied this fossil of a pickaxe laying on his lap.
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<td colspan="4">Old Iron Pickaxe</td>
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<td width="25%">23 / 50</td>
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<td colspan="2">Very Poor</td>
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<td colspan="4">An old iron pickaxe which hasn’t been looked after. Capable of mining lower quality ores.</td>
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