Chapter 295 Becoming A Slave (1)

"Really? That's possible?"

"Maybe, maybe not. I can't really say, but first, I should focus on the first step towards this path of destruction," I muttered before swallowing a drop of saliva and wiping a drop of sweat that leaked from my forehead. "We have to go to the city that is ruled by Leviathan. More specifically, though, their capital,"

"And how the hell are we supposed to get in there? Nobody is allowed to leave or enter that fortress,"

"What does the city of Destruction like most?" I asked Findir calmly, and his eyes suddenly widened before letting out a small smile.

"Slaves… You crazy son of a bitch,"

…

About a week of rest had passed, and we were all itching to fight someone or even something, and it's gotten to the point where Aisa and Cy could barely sit still at a restaurant.

So, we decided to let loose a bit on the monsters outside the city for a couple of days, only to realize how weak they were now.

This new evolution had not only made us systematically monsters but physically as well.

Their attacks could barely even land a scratch on us, but they still managed to chip away at our health bar, meaning we couldn't just sit there and eat each attack.

So, our fun didn't last too long, but at least the ones who looked as if they were going to explode had finally calmed down to a reasonable level.

And as we sat at a table for lunch, sipping on our coffee, I explained the plan, hoping they would actually go through with it.

"So you want us to become slaves… for what? Once we become slaves, what will happen then?" Luna asked, attempting to understand the situation.

"We will then create chaos. Our statuses will probably give us an edge in finding somebody who is worthy of owning us while we wait for the time to come… but there is another way that I wouldn't mind using if all comes to fail," I muttered, and the rest of the group shifted their eyes amongst each other.

"Sorry, man, but I'm out," Findir spoke up first, so I gave him a little confused expression, forcing him to elaborate. "There is no benefit for us… you're only thinking of yourself again, and I don't mind that part of you, but just remember, not all of us want to dive head first into danger continuously… especially when there is so much risk at play,"

"Alright, then allow me to ask… who wants to come with me?"

There was a silent pause amongst the group, and I eventually began to think that I would be doing this alone, but eventually, I found Aisa slowly raising her hand.

"I want to see the demon lord who has cursed me," Aisa muttered, slowly slumping down into her chair before looking up at Luna. "No worries, I'll make sure he doesn't descend into madness."

"How reassuring," Cy rolled his eyes, but Aisa quickly shot back.

"I wasn't talking to you, dickwad… But anyway, how are we even going to become slaves in the first place? Especially ones that are to be shipped off to whatever the hell that fortress is called,"

"That's easy… we just slip into one," I smiled, and Aisa looked back at me with disappointment.

…

"What the hell… how did you find this place? Did the demon lord tell you or something?" Aisa asked as we snuck around a camp with tons of cages filled with all kinds of creatures and Demonoid humans.

Some looked to have been slaves for a while, while for others, they looked as if they had just been freshly captured and were in their every day to day clothes.

It was as gruesome as I had initially thought it would be.

"For fucks sake… are we gonna get whipped or something?" Aisa let out a long sigh before grabbing my shoulder and spinning through the camp with only a trail of practically invisible snowflakes following behind us.

As soon as we had slipped into one of the larger cages with some fresher slaves, we tried to suppress our presence as much as possible.

Although, it seems we had been noticed by a few of the surrounding slaves that we winded through to get here.

"H-Help me… p-please, my daughter is waiting for me to get home…." A woman clung onto Aisa, but her cold eyes grazed past her.

"Uh huh," Aisa rolled her eyes before kicking her off of her, and it's not like I cared about the worries of these other people, but I half-expected Aisa to fulfill this last wish of hers.

And as the woman continuously tried to beg Aisa, I felt somebody tap my shoulder, so I slowly turned my head around.

"What?" I muttered as a bald man with black tattoos crawling up to his cheeks glared at me intently.

"What is your purpose? Are you with those assholes out there? Trying to keep us from planning anything? Huh?" The man asked, cracking his knuckles and looking as if he wanted to beat the shit out of me.

But there was no need to reveal my real intentions, so I slowly moved my mouth beside his ear and whispered,

"If I am… what can you even do? I'll slaughter you and everybody in this cage before you can even notice what is happening… you're all just a bunch of tools anyway,"

The man shook with anger, unable to refute as he couldn't tell whether I was stronger or weaker than him due to my suppressed presence.

It was as if he was looking at a ghost, but was that only because I was weak, or was it because I was too strong for him to even detect my power… he would never know.

And as my mouth was still next to his ear, I decided to try and make everything easier for me.

"You better get these eyes off of me before I tear them out myself,"

He slowly nodded with a drop of sweat running down his cheek, staying weary of me as he attempted to calm down the surrounding slaves.

That was easier than I thought.