The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 479 I Want to Live

who am I?
A question that sounds philosophical and even strange, but it is the biggest doubt in the young man's heart.

And this weird question seemed to have broken something, causing waves to appear in the stagnant room.

Among the numb and skinny crowd, an old-looking figure spoke hoarsely:
"You ask us who are you? Are you crazy too?"

Tilting his head, the boy didn't know what the other party meant.

"Don't you...don't remember what happened before?"

Seeing the young man's calm expression that doesn't seem to be fake, the old man sighed and whispered:
"It's okay to forget, it's okay to forget."

Shaking his head, there was a flash of pity in the old man's eyes but it quickly dissipated, and he lowered his head and continued the work he had stopped.

"Do you know my name?"

Because the old man was the only one who spoke, the young man walked up to him and asked after the others dispersed.

The old man gave him a complicated look, and continued to work without answering.

He didn't answer, and the boy didn't leave, just watching quietly.

"You don't stand with me! You, alas... a slave has no name until it is bought by the master."

Under unspeakable pressure, the old man finally said helplessly:
"You don't have a name. Some of us may have had one, but not now."

"Go to work! If... you don't want to be beaten to death like your parents."

Urged by the old man, the boy finally came to the place where he got up silently.

so...

"I am a slave."

Thinking this way, the boy joined the ranks of work.

"And the parents are dead."

However, while thinking, he had a new problem.

"Death, what is it?"

……

……

The concept of time in the darkness is vague.

Some "food" will be delivered every once in a while. Although it is cold and hard to swallow, at least it can barely fill the stomach.

The boy didn't know how much time had passed, he only felt that the wound on his body seemed to have healed.

The only old man who was willing to speak may have had a name, but he didn't want to mention it, so the boy didn't ask.

He doesn't talk to other people, although no one comes to him, and has been working step by step.

And under his silent exterior, he has not stopped thinking.

The teenager felt that he had forgotten many things.

Not just those whose parents died and the sons of slaves, there seemed to be many more things that he had forgotten.

So he has been trying to remember, looking for the lost past.

It's just that he didn't recall his "death", and he didn't find answers to many questions.

And such peaceful days continued until that day came.

……

……

This is the base of a slave trader, and as slaves they are the commodity in it, and they do more than just do jobs that children can do.

Their real role is to be bought away.

During the time the boy was thinking, the number of slaves was constantly decreasing. Some of them were bought, and some were forcibly dragged away due to injuries.

The teenager witnessed all this, but never did anything out of the ordinary.

Because in his observation, no matter what kind, those slaves did not resist, and were even happy.

It seems that no matter which form it is, it is a relief for them.

But that day, something was different.

The old man who had spoken to him was ill.

Even though he tried his best to hide it, he still couldn't resist his age, and happened to collapse when the guards came in to check.

No slave trader would be willing to spend expensive medicines on a slave like his, let alone an old one.

"Tsk, another old thing died, you... stupid, I have to drag out the one who died of illness myself."

Just when the strong man was swearing and walking towards the old man, this time, the boy moved.

When he passed by the strong guard, he shook his body slightly, and silently drew out the dagger from the guard's waist.

Not a sound came out!

The guard didn't notice it at all, and continued walking forward, unaware of a shadow approaching behind him.

laugh.

"Damn it, it's really bad luck, you... ah!!!"

The guard's knees softened because of the severe pain in the back of his heart, and he was about to fall straight away.

But just as he fell down, a cold light streaked across his neck, opening a huge wound.

"Ho ho ho... no! Cough cough!"

Blood gushed out, and the burly guard wanted to cover the wound, but suddenly his eyes went dark.

The white blade made of steel was inserted into the eye socket violently, and then stirred wantonly.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The guard didn't know why this happened, but he didn't have a chance to find out.

thump.

The corpse slammed heavily on the cold, hard and dirty ground, proving that a life was lost and at the same time awakened everyone who was stunned.

Under the terrified gazes of the slaves, the boy was holding a dagger painted in red and white and sucking in air forcefully.

"what……"

The young man's body was splashed with blood. Compared to his body that had already been soaked in the cold, the blood flowing from other people's body actually felt a little hot.

Under the pouring of blood, the young man who had remained calm no matter what the situation was, suddenly had a different reaction.

Licking the blood splashed on his lips with the tip of his tongue, he smiled.

It was a happy smile after the hunger in his chest was satisfied.

There was an unclear angry voice coming from behind the iron gate, and someone came quickly after noticing something was wrong:
"what happened!?"

"That guy won't die, will he?"

"Don't worry about it, go down and have a look!"

But the boy didn't care about the dangerous voices approaching behind him at all.

"You killed him!?"

The old man who witnessed the shocking change up close trembled his lips and said in disbelief:

"It's impossible to escape!"

"Why... save me?"

The young man thought for a while, and said to the old man as a matter of course:

"Because you want to live."

People who give up to live are not worthy of help, but people who are not willing to give up are not the same.

"And I, too."

elder:! ! ?
Correct.

Looking at the stunned old man, the young man smiled peacefully:

"I want to live."

Although until now it has not been figured out what death is, even if there is no reason yet, but...

This was the only thing he had thought clearly during this time.

【Live. 】

"……Are you crazy?"

Tilting his head, the boy nodded confidently:
"If being crazy is the only way to live, I'd rather be crazy."

After speaking, under the incomprehensible gazes of all the slaves, the boy pushed open the door and met several guards who rushed over to check the situation.

"And now, I'm looking for a way to survive."

use death.

　I recently finished watching "Sword of Dawn" and completed Lonely Rock.

　　empty -

　　
　
(End of this chapter)