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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: JayM
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“Aren’t these a bit too expensive for a first showing?”
Cheshire whispered. The slave trader frowned and replied curtly,
“There’s no need to offer cheap ones since he’s already met a guide.”
If I had come to the slave trader first, he would have shown me cheap slaves priced below 10,000 coins, the guide connection fee, and told me to choose, trying to prevent me from connecting with a guide.
“Then I’ll go get the contract, so choose quickly and leave.”
The slave trader snapped irritably and then left to get the contract.
“Hmm…”
I didn’t have much time to think. The clock was ticking.
I wanted to ask for advice on who to choose, but Cheshire had stepped back and was silently watching my decision, as if saying it was my responsibility.
‘In terms of pure combat power, Creton seems the strongest. Kesia… is automatically disqualified since there’s no opportunity for underwater combat… Rowe would definitely be helpful in many ways, but his attitude is too rebellious. The problem is that Fallen Angel…’
The Fallen Angel was waiting for my choice with her eyes closed, as if she didn’t care what happened.
A tolerant attitude, as if she would accept anything.
Her price was 68,000 coins. Thanks to the slaves constantly killing zombies, my coins were steadily accumulating.
It was a significant expense, but not an absurdly high price that I couldn’t afford.
‘It’s expensive, but… I can always earn more coins by hunting special zombies and named monsters. The question is whether she’s worth the investment…’
I looked at the Fallen Angel again.
A sense of resignation emanated from her slightly slumped shoulders.
‘Maybe her shoulders are just slumped because of her large breasts…’
But I felt like she wanted me to leave her to rot in this cage and not choose her.
‘Did she say she had given up on life?’
She had said during her introduction that she no longer wished to live. And she seemed to have a very bleak outlook on her current situation.
Perhaps losing her wings and halo from her fall had made her despair.
It was like imagining Usain Bolt losing both his legs.
How would it feel to lose the fastest legs in the world overnight?
“Hey, Merhere.”
The Fallen Angel slightly opened her eyes and looked at me at my call.
“What?”
“Do you… really not want to live?”
I looked directly into her eyes, signalling her not to lie.
She then turned her head, avoiding my gaze as if she didn’t want to answer. Then she replied with difficulty.
“Yes… I do.”
Her voice lacked the firmness from before.
She seemed somewhat unstable.
Had Merhere truly given up on her life? Or had she simply given up trying, thinking that nothing would change?
“Is it because you fell to Earth? Or maybe because you lost all your powers? What made you so negative?”
“I have no reason to answer your questions. If you want to hear my answer, become my useless master… Well, I’m just a woman with big breasts now, without any power or ability.”
Merhere didn’t hold back her self-deprecating remarks. She saw herself as worthless. She spoke as if she was useless without her wings and halo.
But she hadn’t realized her true worth yet.
A woman with no abilities and just big breasts?
‘Account Creation Card.’
I would have to try it out, but couldn’t I give her a class with the Account Creation Card?
If it didn’t work… then there was nothing I could do, but if it did, Merhere would become a woman with abilities and big breasts.
‘Kran’s Nerve Stabilizer.’
If she didn’t want to live, I would make her want to live another day. I had 30 doses, so I could instill some vitality into her life within that time.
And if I constantly showered her with the pleasures of the flesh, she might want to live a bit more.
“I have a question about the slaves…”
“I can’t help you with your choice, but I can answer other questions to the best of my knowledge.”
“Can the slaves here become Players?”
“Of course. And for your information, slaves generally need an Account Creation Card to become Players. Well, most of the different races here are much stronger than ordinary humans even without being Players. But they can’t use skills unless they’re official Players.”
“I have one of those.”
“Really? Then there’s no problem. You can make whoever you choose a Player.”
Cheshire’s words gave me confidence, so I chose Merhere.
“Okay. I’ve decided on you.”
“Ha… A foolish choice. Why not choose that Minotaur subspecies? He can even hold his own against a Balrog.”
“No. I’m not into hairy old men…”
“Then what about that Ocean Warrior, Kesia? Ocean Warriors are unparalleled underwater. The best spearmen.”
“No. She seems… a bit dim-witted.”
“What? Then how about this smart Half-foot? He must have a lot of experience. He’ll definitely be helpful for survival.”
“Stop. I said no. I don’t need any of them. I’ve already decided on you. I won’t change my mind, so stop it. I need those useless, oversized breasts of yours.”
“So, you’re after my body… Such a shameless motive.”
“Isn’t that a primal human instinct?”
“You’ll be disappointed… in me…”
Disappointed? No way.
Just sleeping with breasts like that would relieve all my stress.
Kang Hee-sun’s breasts were ample, but they weren’t enough. Having seen such an incredible body, I couldn’t give it up.
Those unbelievably large, bouncy breasts, hips that would make me lose my soul if I pounded them, a beautiful face befitting a former angel, and a tall stature that could embrace me…
Merhere’s body embodied the dreams and desires of all men.
Men longed for a mother’s embrace, and Merhere’s body was perfectly optimized for that desire.
“It’s a foolish decision. I’m sure I won’t be of much help on your journey. I have no wings… and no halo… I’m nothing more than a meat shield… You’ll definitely… be disappointed in me… and abandon me… That would be… too miserable. Reconsider your choice…”
“Stop with the self-deprecating nonsense and just follow me like a good slave. Why do you have so many opinions?”
“…Understood. I’ll obey.”
I said to the slave trader, who had returned with the contract.
“I’ll take this one.”
“Then sign here.”
“Wait a moment.”
I carefully read the slave transfer contract he had brought.
I checked for any strange clauses or unfavorable conditions as instructed by the Black Market rules.
There seemed to be no problems.
“Do you… also check contracts?”
“Huh? Well, it’s not difficult. Let me see.”
Cheshire skimmed the contract and handed it back to me.
“There are no problems. You can sign.”
“Then I’ll take the slave Merhere.”
The contract floated in the air and burned, and the coins were automatically deducted.
‘It’s a bit expensive, but they’re all of different races…’
I could mass-produce slaves with the Slave Brand skill, but for other players, this was an incredible place to acquire trustworthy companions and… playthings.
Once the Black Market became open to more players, I could imagine encountering Awakened individuals of all sorts of combinations here.
“Are you taking her as is? Or do you want to dress her? I can provide simple clothing for 2,000 coins.”
“Her price is 68,000… Don’t you have any service?”
“Looking for service in the Black Market?”
I couldn’t take her around naked, so I paid an extra 2,000 coins for clothes.
“Try not to come to me with a guide next time.”
With that, the slave trader went back down to the basement and closed the door.
Cheshire scoffed at him and shouted that they would come with me next time.
“Now, shall we go to the Central Plaza?”
“Yes. Um, I have one more person with me… Is there an extra charge?”
“Well, one more person doesn’t matter. I’ll charge extra from the third person onwards though. Heh heh…”
That was a relief. It would have been difficult if Cheshire had asked for an extra fee. I didn’t have much left after spending 70,000 coins at once.
I sighed and looked up at Merhere, who was standing blankly next to me.
She, who cost 70,000 coins, was staring blankly into space with an expressionless face.
She looked like a painting. I had made a good purchase.
“Merhere. Are the clothes uncomfortable?”
“It doesn’t matter. As long as I’m wearing something.”
The clothes the slave trader had given her were a black tank top, brown cargo pants, military boots, a raincoat, and a gas mask.
The tank top was strangely tight, making her breasts bulge as if they were about to burst. I put the gas mask on her and then subtly reached for her breasts.
“Wow… So soft…”
“Hmm…”
How could I resist this temptation? I immediately started fondling Merhere’s breasts.
My hands clung to them, and I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to keep touching them.
“Hee hee. Cute human. You should do the rest at home. Don’t we have to hurry?”
“Ah, yes.”
Cheshire chuckled, seeing me focused on her breasts, and urged me to hurry.
I really wanted to go home. My lower body had been asserting itself since I bought Merhere, so I had to bend forward slightly to hide my erection.
“Now, let’s go! The last stop on our Black Market tour, the busiest place in the Black Market, the Central Plaza!”
Before moving, I grabbed both Cheshire’s and Merhere’s hands.
We were sucked into somewhere, leaving the Sad Festival and arriving at the Central Plaza.
“Now. This is the Central… Plaza… Huh…?”
The Central Plaza had no visible ceiling. It was just a dark sky.
The floor was covered in some kind of fur, and strange pillars and buildings of unusual architecture were erected here and there.
It had the atmosphere of a bustling city, but…
There was no one in the Central Plaza. Not a single soul, not even an ant. And the shutters of all the shops were down.
The street stalls were also closed. The atmosphere was eerie.
And for some reason… the gazes of Kashnax and Indikron, who had been watching me, had weakened considerably.
As their gazes faded to the point where I could barely feel them, anxiety washed over me.
“Why is there no one here? Did we come to the wrong place?”
“No. It’s not that… This… no way… It’s been quiet for the past five years!! Why!?”
Cheshire said in a trembling voice and then grabbed my wrist again.
“Run… We have to get out of here quickly!!”
“Huh? What are you talking about…?”
“I-I’ll explain later……”
Just as Cheshire was about to run while pulling my wrist,
Weeeoo!!! Weeeooo!!!
Third warning!!! Warning!!! Warning!!!
Please evacuate the Central Plaza immediately!!!
Warning!!! Warning!!! Damn it!! Let’s get out of here!!
Click.
A deafening siren blared throughout the Central Plaza, and a man’s urgent voice shouted for everyone to evacuate.
Bang!!!! Thud!
As soon as the warning stopped, a manhole cover exploded and crashed to the ground.
Cheshire muttered in dismay while looking at the flying manhole cover.
“Damn it… The security is here.”
Something crawled out of the open manhole.
It brushed off the darkness clinging to its body and threw away the distorted gas mask it had been wearing.
“Phew…”
The creature took a deep breath.
Then red smoke billowed from the pipes on its back.
“Those are… the security…?”
White hair, wounds oozing yellow blood, and various symbols carved all over their bodies. Black eye patches, and disgusting mouths with missing lips that wouldn’t close. Metal stakes driven into their bodies, and chains wrapped tightly around them. And grotesque hunting dogs on leashes.
“Kyaaa!!!”
“Kya!!! Kyaaa!!!!”
The monsters crawling out of the manhole yelled at each other and unleashed their hunting dogs.
The hairless dogs with no eyes, ears, or noses, only long snouts and hooked teeth, charged towards us, their tails snapping like whips.
“Run, run, run, run!!!”
Cheshire ran ahead, and Merhere and I followed closely behind.
“Argh!!! Can’t we kill them?!”
“We can’t! Or rather, it’s pointless!! They respawn infinitely!!! They keep coming out of the manholes!”
“Damn it!!! Teleportation!?”
“We can’t!! There’s no exit!! Just shut up and run!!!”
Bang! Bang!!!
I glanced back as we ran frantically, and the security forces, now a massive horde, and their crazed hunting dogs were chasing us while destroying everything in their path.
Several buildings collapsed, street stalls exploded, and debris flew through the air.
“Kya!”
Thud!
The security forces were throwing chains at us. I felt like I would die from being hit by the objects they were throwing from all directions.
Debris from a collapsed building flew towards us, and I had to block it with Twisted Carapace and keep running.
Grotesque figures were yelling and running towards us from all directions.
And the hunting dogs they had unleashed were drooling while chasing us relentlessly.
“Fuck!!!!”
It was an overwhelming pressure, far more intense than anything I had felt from zombies.
Even Merhere, who had been expressionless before, was running with all her might.
She was so fast that she was slightly ahead of me!
“Hey!!! Wait!!! Oh no!!!”
A hunting dog caught up to me, its mouth wide open as it lunged.
An indescribable stench emanated from its mouth.
It was a sticky, disgusting scent of death.
“Kuwaaaa!!!!!”
“R’lyeh!!!”
Splat!!!
I instinctively unleashed tentacles to capture and kill it, but…
“Kuaa!!!”
It quickly turned its head and bit through all the tentacles.
“Crazy…!!!”
It was pushed back, seemingly from the impact, and was then immediately mauled and ripped apart by the other hunting dogs.
They didn’t discriminate between friend and foe.
They just tore apart everything that was running before them.
“Here!! The entrance to the Twisted Alleyways!!! Quickly!!!”
Cheshire, who was far ahead, stood before a gap between two buildings and called out to Merhere and me.
Then Cheshire took out a machine gun-like device from thin air and aimed it behind us.
“Get inside! And find the door in the alleyways!! Go straight home once you find it!!”
“Yes!!”
As soon as we entered the alleyway, Cheshire pressed the button on the device.
Bang! Crackle!!!
A deafening roar erupted, and a blue beam shot out from the device.
At the same time, broken glass tubes, like spent cartridges, were ejected from it, and Cheshire inserted a second glass tube filled with blue liquid into the device.
Just before we fully entered the alleyway, I glanced back and saw the hunting dogs and security forces chasing us being obliterated by the beam.
But the following horde quickly filled up the empty space and continued their pursuit.
“Argh!! Die!!! Die!!!”
Cheshire yelled while unleashing a barrage of beams.
That was the last thing I saw before we fully entered the alleyway, and the scenery instantly changed.
“Gasp… Gasp…”
It was the same alleyway I had seen when I first entered the Black Market.
The place filled with pipes spewing disgusting wastewater.
“Damn it… Cough… Crazy… This is crazy…”
Now I had to find the door.
One hour and ten minutes left.
Cheshire had said it wouldn’t take more than twenty minutes to find the door if I was with them.
But since Cheshire wasn’t here, it would probably take longer.
“A door… We have to find a door with a keyhole.”
Merhere nodded and started walking while looking for the door.
Since we would be separated forever if we let go of each other’s hands here, I held onto her hand tightly.
“Damn it… There’s no door…”
We had been wandering around for almost fifteen minutes, but there was no sign of a door with a keyhole.
“Kyaaa!!!”
And to make matters worse, I could hear the shouts of the security forces echoing from somewhere in the Twisted Alleyways.
“Didn’t we hear it from the right earlier?”
“Y-yes… But I just heard it from the left just now…”
“They couldn’t be… surrounding us, could they…?”
My bad premonitions were always accurate.
“They’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming!!!”
I saw them crawling out of the walls from all directions. And security forces were pouring out of the exploding manholes throughout the alleyways.
I grabbed Merhere’s hand and ran. I ran and ran.
Even though I was out of breath, I couldn’t stop. I didn’t know what would happen if I was caught by them.
“There!! A door! There’s a door!!!”
Just then, Merhere pointed in one direction.
There was a door.
“Argh!!!”
We ran towards the door at the end of the alleyway while letting out cries of joy.
“Huh…?”
It was a white door.
And there was a symbol in the center that looked like it was drawn with blood.
“It’s an upward-pointing arrow.”
At Merhere’s words, I stared, speechless, at the inscription below the symbol.
Unidentifiable words were written below the symbol, which I could somehow understand.
“Upper Floor…”
Behind us were the security forces trying to rip us apart, and before us was a door leading to the Upper Floor, a place that the rules had explicitly warned against entering.
“What should we do?”
“Uh…”
Our hesitation was short-lived.
The door to the Upper Floor opened before we could even think.
“Argh!!!”
Merhere and I were sucked inside.
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T/N – Well, that went well. It’s the MC’s luck in action. Who wants to bet he’ll ultimately benefit from this disaster in the end?
Also, like I said, predictable. The MC really chose the fallen angel in the end. I knew he was picking her the moment she was described as having big boobs and a killer figure. I honestly would have chosen the minotaur warrior, but I guess that would be too logical.
If you find any mistakes, feel free to point them out in the comments.
