Unsold Slaves Returned as Heroes

1. Picking Up Unsold Slaves

That strange ceiling.

It was a ceiling made of rotting wooden boards roughly nailed together.

It was the cheapest of cheap things that made me anxious about falling tree splinters and getting them stuck in my eyes. There was also an ownerless spider web in the corner.

In the center, there was also some crap-like letters written on it.

… Hmm.

Looking closely, the letters were not written on the ceiling, but floating in the air unnaturally.

I waved his hand to get rid of the letters.

-Bung-Bung.

…… ?

What is it?

Why doesn’t this disappear?

***

“The low-class potions received this morning are on sale as a set! Two silver for three!”

“Are all the party members gathered? Let’s go to the guild and find out about the request.”

All of the tightly packed brick buildings have a taste after several repairs.

The streets during the daytime are full of people here and there, so they are full of life.

Humans, elves, dwarves, lizardmen, halflings, beasts of all kinds. Where did all these races come from?

“This is Elend, a city friendly to new adventurers! It’s full of adventurers, and there’s an armor shop, a potion shop, and a magic book shop!”

A group of adventurers passed in front of me while I was getting ready for the day at the shopping mall. They are newcomers who have just left their hometown and are excited.

“Everyone looks great. You can see people who are no longer adventurers, but have changed jobs to Or . Look, here too… Omg.”

They looked at me and showed disgust on their faces.

“? Hey, what kind of mug are you walking around the streets in broad daylight with?”

They are hot-blooded guys like a rookie.

It’s not like I’ve seen you for a day or two, but I’m really tired when you start fighting over and over again.

“I am not a slave trader. Go on your way.”

“No, what is it? Who do you know as illiterate? Dirty bastard.”

Even if you hear insults, your blood doesn’t boil as much as when you were possessed for the first time because you’ve adapted to it now. It became a lukewarm tea that was good to drink in moderation.

The cause is simple.

Above my head, even now, a line of sentences proudly glistens.

This ‘name tag’ that displays your occupation and name is a passive thing that everyone in this world wears on their heads.

The problem is that this name tag is not only visible to me, it is in a state where anyone can see it like in-game.

“It’s not just a name tag because I want to wear it. I know what a slave trader does. They treat someone’s life as a commodity and ruin it just to put it in their mouth.”

“What? Who knows that….”

“Stop worrying and go on your way. Curious rookies die quickly.”

“Who is the rookie? Just pretending to be an adventurer… !”

The new recruits were furious.

I just snorted.

“Don’t take away the request to subdue the giant frog. It’s a honey request I’ll receive.”

I was too lazy to argue any further, so I ended the conversation and moved on to the adventurer’s guild.

I could hear the newcomers whispering behind my back.

Yes. Be sure to accept the giant frog subjugation as the first quest.

It’s usually eaten the first time, so seeing you showering in sticky slime makes me feel better.

“Tsk.”

The game interface, job and name display, is still there even in the world of possession.

Is this correct?

Besides, am I a slave trader who was cut into 72 parts and died before the main story even started in the original work?

What did I do so wrong?

Was a review that sniped this work as a representative work introduced to the National Assembly, alerting garbage companies that only produce mass-produced sh*tgames?

Have you even conjured the heroines as non-virgins with a clever malicious capture against the unicorns who are engaged in a crony war in the community?

At the height of the speedrun trend, did you even spoil the atmosphere with a 32-second ending with a bug you found out by yourself in a competition?

… No, I really didn’t.

The famous incidents in this game, I am not the perpetrator.

In the first place, I hardly ever played this game. I only tried the trial version and didn’t even buy it.

Nevertheless, the reason I know about this game is simple.

I was a so-called ‘Wickinite’.

This game has a reputation for notoriety, but the setting and easter eggs are pretty fun.

All I did was read the wiki several times with interest after watching the short review video.

In other words, the theory group.

I wouldn’t have had any ill will toward other users or producers, so why do I force a mental hard mode by embedding four letters of On the top of my head?

“No slave traders.”

I have a conscience, the slave I sold could be plugged by a psychopathic black magician, or the earthenware pot could be broken and become an idiot and only change the salt pan.

I am not nervous enough to pass the bread I bought with that money down my throat.

Fortunately, at the time of being possessed, there were no slaves, and he had just acquired a job as a slave trader.

So I decided to earn money by being an ordinary adventurer.

I have arrived at the Adventurer’s Guild. Upon entering the large cafe-like interior, the unique smell of old wood wafted through.

“Is there a quest worth doing? Solo.”

“Wait a minute.”

When I talked to , He flipped through the request form.

At least, the receptionist is comfortable because she only handles business-related requests and payments.

“Is that person alone today? The quest completion rate is good and quite strong, so should I join the party? You were handsome too.”

“Are you crazy? Can’t you see what your job is?”

“Ah, that’s right…. Because I’m nearsighted. It could have been a big deal.”

I heard the voices of the other adventurers behind me.

Of course, there is no adventurer who looks at my job and forms a party, so I always handle requests by myself.

“Wicker, may I ask you a question?”

The receptionist who was showing the request form started talking to me. It was rare.

“What are you doing?”

“Why don’t you change your nameplate job?”

“If I could, I did it earlier. I thought I would become .”

“Wasn’t it?”

“There are noble professions in this world.”

There was.

There was also a noble place set by the goddess this b*tch.

The name tag that everyone’s occupation and name floated above was also the power of the goddess.

“Gwicheon… Yes.”

“We mark precious things with stars, and lowly things with skulls. Emperors and warriors are 5 stars.”

“Yes.”

“The job on the nameplate shows only the ‘most precious’ or ‘most humble’ among the many jobs that person has.”

“It wasn’t a choice. So, are slave traders very lowly?”

I shrugged and smiled.

“Four skulls.”

“That means….”

“If I want to be a slave trader and have another decent job on my badge, I have to have at least a 4-star job. There were only about thirty of them.”

“What do you have?”

“Let’s see. [Wiki]”

[View Wiki]

[Current wiki level 1]

A simple search box appeared in my status window. As a former wiki, I can use the wiki of this game.

However, the level is still low, and the information that can be read is only a small part.

Instead, there are advantages such as not having to purchase a map.

“List of jobs / 4 stars.”

When I searched for a keyword, a list came out.

“First of all, there is a saintess. Let’s pray faithfully to the goddess.”

Before that, I’ll have to cut off the stuff stuck between my crotch first.

“Alternatively, there are options such as merchant association president, general guild leader, academy principal, duke family head, and Holy Knight leader.”

“I don’t think so.”

“No. Please give me a request.”

If I could just change this badge’s job, I’d accept any request, no matter how tough it was.

Thin and long. I’m not even an extra in the original academy, so I want to live a quiet and peaceful life.

Work normally, earn money normally, and spend the rest of your life leisurely in a suitable mansion.

The demon king will be captured by the main characters and will create a peaceful world.

With that thought in mind, I cut through the giant frog as requested.

As I caught it, the new adventurers who had been arguing with me earlier came out of my stomach.

As expected, he was being eaten and showering with slime. It was so cute that I couldn’t help but smile.

The new recruits cried and vomited for a long time looking like they came out of hard tentacles, and then ran away when they saw me.

Anyway, you guys are lame, so you won’t be able to sell them. You don’t have to be so scared.

It was a dark night after I left the guild after processing other requests and getting paid.

It’s already been a year since I was possessed.

I became a D-class adventurer and changed my job to a prosecutor, but until I save a lot of money, I am living in a cheap inn eating rye bread and rum.

The streets are quiet at night. Because when the sun goes down, bad things usually come out. Mostly robbers or black magicians.

Those without the means to defend themselves, such as adventurers, must enter the building. I feel again how safe Korea was.

As I was walking around the outskirts of town to the inn, I heard a commotion from deep in the back alley.

I was curious and approached.

“Damn it, I didn’t know there was a demon involved in the deal! Damn. You have to quickly hand over things and leave.”

Entering a dark and narrow alley, a man wearing a hood was tearing his hair and going mad.

That guy will go bald soon.

A slave trader?

I could see a cart and a small iron cage behind him.

A slave trader spotted me and put a big smile on her face. Gold teeth floated and glistened in the dark.

“Ah, finally we have arrived! A link to the next city, right? Stuff is here Hurry up and sign and get your slave stamped!”

“I mistook the person. I am not a slave trader. I’m not interested, so I’ll go back.”

The smell of blood permeates the battlefield when you roll around.

I don’t like to see Lao-Tzu as a slave. It is best to float before sparks fly.

Then he grabbed my shoulder.

“You are a slave trader. Come on, take these little ones! No matter how good the pay is, a deal like this is a no-go!”

Wait.

Are you kiddies?

As I turned and approached the cart, I saw small figures. In the dark, colorful pupils glistened as they looked at me.

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I took a closer look.

There were three of them. All were skinny and dwarfed. It was clear that he was terrified.

I felt really bad.

“Look, even in this world, it is illegal to trade children as slaves. Even in a back alley like this, for what purpose?”

“What does it matter, do the deal as promised! When did you care about that? Do you know if you are also a business owner? If you want to make money, you have to sell your children to the perverted nobles!”

“What? Do slave traders go about doing illegal things for granted?”

The slave trader laughed at me as if I was rather dumbfounded.

“Are you new? With that kind of mindset, you’ll starve to death soon. I once delivered an entire village to a human meat factory!”

“What?”

What kind of sound came into your ear canal?

The slave trader in front of me seemed to think that I was interested, so he proudly boasted like a heroic story, even his shoulders.

“They village was ruined because of the monsters. I deceived them by introducing them to jobs and signed a slave contract to make them unable to rebel. Although it was me who unleashed the monster in the first place. It was so stupid that it was really funny.”

He sighed as if recalling a pleasant memory.

“Since it’s your senior’s advice, heed it carefully. If you know, quickly sign and get your slave stamped!”

I realized one thing.

“It’s a sign.”

People’s hatred of slave traders was quite justified.

“Your cause of death is excessive bleeding.”

Swoop, push!

Without hesitation, he drew his sword and cut off the slave trader’s throat.

He spurted blood vigorously from his carotid artery and thrashed, then immediately collapsed on the spot and died.

“Are these the only slave traders? This is why I became this coward.”

A piece of trash.

I didn’t even want to take the money from his corpse.

I approached the cart and looked inside.

There were three little kids inside.

They were children, each with black, yellow, and white hair.

As if they had no names, all three of them had only Written on their name tags.

“You guys, I’ll take it out right away, so wait. I’ll take you to the guild.”

Three of them were still wary of me.

It was then. The body of the slave trader lying on the floor glowed and was sucked into my body in an instant.

“What is it?”

At the same time, an alarm appeared on my status window.

―――――

※ Notice: You have obtained a slave!

○ List of slaves

― Lucas

― Testia

― Yuri

―――――

What is this?

If a trader kills a trader, does slave ownership pass over?

… Wait, before that.

These three people have names.

These are familiar names. There is no way you don’t know It’s something I’ve seen countless times on the wiki.

“Uh….”

I looked back at the three little boys in a cold sweat.

They were very different from what I knew. But now it seems to overlap.

A ruthless killing machine that cuts even the heart, the ‘Black Knight’, whose sword skills are unrivaled anywhere on the continent.

The ‘Rich’, the incarnation of the undead army that even makes fun of the soul even if you kill yourself the moment you encounter it.

The pinnacle of fists and martial arts, the tyrant ‘King of Demons’ who single-handedly slaughtered and crushed hundreds of thousands.

The strongest vassals of the Demon Army who are loyal to the Demon King.

And there is a term to group the three of them.

“… ‘Death Triangle’ teachers?”

My death has been confirmed at this moment.

There were also conscientious reasons, but even with the purpose of avoiding them, I had tried not to get involved with slaves until now.

I am the slave trader Wicker.

This is 13 years before the main story begins.

In the original work, Wicker, a slave trader, is torn apart and killed by them with the awakening of the Death Triangle, which he used to be a slave to.