I woke up with an itching sensation on my back; someone must have treated my injuries as usual, I bet it was the little maid.
Growl!
My stomach emitted a terrifying growl; my lips were cracked and dry. Raising my body, I sat up, making sure not to let my back touch the wall. It was then that I noticed the hard bread and the sachet of water on the ground. I sighed; it must have been the little maid doing it. She was the only one who treated me better, took care of my injuries, and sometimes snuck food for me to enjoy. If I were to wait for that perverted master of mine, he would only feed me once a day, sometimes not at all.
Picking up the hard bread with my dirty left hand, I began chewing it. It was hard and tasteless, but I had seen worse. To facilitate chewing this hard bread, I drank water to accompany it. In the blink of an eye, I devoured the hard bread and drank all the water. I tossed it to the side where my master couldn't see; I didn't want to cause a problem for the little maid after all.
Growl!
My stomach grumbled as if to announce its dissatisfaction at not being satiated, but I ignored it. I had neither the privilege nor the time to entertain it.
It's time to think about a plan.
''I must escape, but how can I do it?"
As you may have guessed, if you read many fantasy books, slaves are branded with a crest; you can't escape or harm your master directly, or you'll die an excruciating death. Therefore, my options are limited. Number one: Do my utmost for my master to like me, never let his interest wane. This pervert seemed to have a particular hobby; I can't use it to my advantage. The problem would turn into what I don't want to think about. I'm not criticizing anyone; you are free to be with whoever you want, but II'mcnot able tochoose this option. Besides, from what I know, society here is not open-minded like in our world. Let's forget that option.
Then comes my second option: I must escape.
But to accomplish this is harder than plucking a star. Of course, if I had a cheat, it could greatly help me; hence my desperation to have my golden finger.
''Ah! If you're watching me, please send me my golden finger, you fucking retard god.''
What began as an earnest plea ended with a curse; you can't blame me, though. I'm not the patient type, you see; I'm really pissed off right now.
I had no idea that the person I was cursing at was watching me at the moment.
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[3rd POV]
''That fucking mortal is at it again, cursing me. I'll let him suffer a little bit.''
The administrator didn't mind spitting out some vulgar language; she was really dissatisfied right now. With her lofty status, never had someone insulted her like this.
''Oops! There's certainly someone, that annoying bitch, but she has the same status as mine. I can tolerate it, but not this annoying mortal. I'll let him suffer a little bit more.''
''Hmph! You'll come to beg me.'' The administrator crossed her arms, trying to accentuate her non-existent chest. Her sole default, if you put aside her reaction, despite having lived for a million years, was acting like a child.
The administrator fiddled with the white ball, watching Kael's frustration; it was too much fun not to indulge a little bit.
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Suddenly, my body shuddered; someone must be plotting something bad behind my back. I shook my head to throw away those distracting thoughts and focus on the matter at hand. How do I escape my current predicament?
The key is the loophole in the rule of my slave crest. It states that a slave is unable to directly harm his master, which means I can indirectly harm my master. For example, causing him to fall into a pit instead of me—the seal won't activate—but this method was easier said than done. The person who created this slave seal and made those rules wasn't an idiot. Slave crests with rules vary depending on whether you can use magic, or you're a powerful knight who uses aura, or someone normal like me. The stronger you are, the stronger the slave crest and its rules would be. Obviously, someone capable of using magic wouldn't have the same rules or the same loophole as me; hence, the key to my escape lay in this rule, in this loophole. If I wish to survive, I must indirectly kill my master because even if I were to escape without dealing with him, he could kill me with the snap of his finger. No matter how far I went, the slave crest will activate and instantly rupture my heart, something I never want to experience.
I have been given a second chance; of course, I refuse to let it go to waste. I must escape, explore this world, and discover the wonders it has to offer. I will live this life to the fullest; I will live longer, doing everything I want. This is my vow, my goal, and whoever stands before it must be crushed. I don't mind staining my hands with blood to achieve my goals, I swear.
So, please send my golden finger already; with it, I can plan better.
''Oh benevolent God, please send your blessing on this unworthy soul, I beg.'' I prayed, even if I didn't mean anything I said.
Sometimes you must suck up to others if you're not in a better position. There's nothing wrong or shameful about it. Having lived on the street in my past life, I know this truth.
Unfortunately, nothing changed. I almost exploded again, but I managed to rein in my emotions.
'Calm down, me. Everything is for the sake of escaping, for the sake of the future.' I hypnotized myself with those words; I must endure. That shitty God is indeed a real piece of shit, a sadist—there's no doubt.
I had no idea she was laughing at me at the moment.