{47 days after abduction}
It's been a while since I got here, and so far, things don't seem to be getting any better. I've got nothing to work with, and I had to let go of my only left companion out of fear that they might be captured. What's the move now? Am I supposed to surrender or continue? Why keep going?
What will I gain after I escape this place? I've lost my kingdom, my mother is most likely dead, and I'm thousands of miles away from anyone I might know. Talk about a rigged situation to be in. Yet even if I want to quit, the flame that keeps me going is my own ego.
I want to find out why this world is so crooked, why I am the only one with a massive debt, and, more importantly, I want to bring technology here. If I'm not allowed to use magic, what's stopping me from introducing this primitive land to modern weapons?
With this new mentality, I've collected more information regarding this world and the people I have to meet to make this a reality. The Elves are hiding something I can tell from my years of being a lying, good-for-nothing bum. I can see through their facade.
Since I'm in the slave market up for sale {I don't even fetch a high price, mind you}, I've been meeting a lot of people thanks to the nature of the trade. Many men have looked at me, but since I'm useless in magical tasks, most ignore me, lowering my price daily.
My original price hit something north of 40 gold coins, but over the past few days, I've become even cheaper than my pet toad when I got her. I'm worth 4 bronze coins, and still, nobody wants me. Why would you? I'm useless, weak, and lacking magical powers. Why would anyone want me?
Heck, I wouldn't buy me either. To a regular outsider who has never heard of the royalty from my land, I'm just a petty bone, bone-skinned girl who's about to die in a few weeks from starvation. Did I already mention that I've lost over 50 pounds? I'm incredibly skinny and frail. I can barely even walk.
My enslaver didn't like me, so he didn't feed me anything besides water. That's all I've eaten in the past 47 days, just water. I don't think I'll make it past this week if nobody buys me. I will take anything or anyone at this point. Please buy me! I'll do anything! I can clean, I can do tasks, I can work. Please just buy me, or I will starve to death!
As you might have already noticed, it's gotten to the point where I can't even keep the same train of thought for over two paragraphs I. What was I talking about? I already forgot? Was it the elf thing? Oh yeah, the elves.
They're hiding something; while most elves appear normal and to mind their own business, a couple seem to do shady stuff all over the slave trade market. It appears as though they're appraising some of the slaves, buying them, and then just disappearing them in the middle of the market.
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
"Is that one even alive?" A fat man approaches my cage as he points directly at me. I wouldn't blame him for thinking I'm already dead, as it feels like I've got a short time left.
"Yes, but not for long. She's cost me quite a lot already, and no matter how low I put her price, nobody will take her off my hands; you can have her for free at this point if you want to bury a corpse." The trader answers the man, who quickly laughs over me.
"Ahaha! Yeah, right. I'm not looking to give you a free burial service! Now show me some good slaves." The fat man says as he walks alongside my owner deep into their slave tent, where more boys and girls are held captive.
"Goddamn, YOU! GOD DAMN BE THE GODDESS! Goddam, be I!!" A dark, evil aura begins to sip into the back of my mind as I keep lowly screaming due to a lack of voice power left. I couldn't even cry anymore, for god sake!
[[[[[ĐꝊ ɎꝊɄ ꞨɆɆҞ ꝐꝊⱲɆꞦ?]]]]] An announcement screen pops up in my field of view as I begin to descend into insanity, slowly losing myself to hatred. I hate everything; I hate everyone! NOTHING HAS BEEN EASY SINCE I GOT HERE! I don't like to complain, but it hasn't gotten better!
Whenever I get close to a power-up, something happens, and I lose it all! Every time I think things will get better, something goes to shit, and I'm tired of it! To hell with this world! To hell with its people! TO HELL WITH EVERYONE! TRAITORS! YOU'RE ALL TRAITORS!
{I'm a monster - Makoto Miyazaki}
[WARNING! Player is not allowed] [[[[[[ ØVɆⱤ₩Ɽł₮Ɇ ]]]]]]
{{{ĐꝊ ɎꝊɄ ĦȺȾɆ ɆꝞɆꞦɎȾĦĪꞤ₲?}}} Another screen pops up, but this time, my field of view is darkened and damaged, as if my vision changed from regular to covered with a scarlet lens over it. The text box is corrupted and glitches in and out of view as I lose myself in rage.
I HATE IT! I HATE EVERYTHING! I HATE IT, I HATE IT! ł Ⱨ₳₮Ɇ ł₮ ł Ⱨ₳₮Ɇ ɆVɆⱤɎØ₦Ɇ! I view images of everything that has made me angry in recent years. The times all those kids bullied me, the time I worked hard for a weapon and never got anything out of it.
Images of my unfair trial, my unfair decapitation, and later, the betrayal of someone I thought was my friend. My rotten body hanging in the middle of the street when I went to see my old parents back. The betrayal of my brother, his malicious laugh, and even being X. They're all evil; I hate them ALL! DIE!
[[[ꛃ𖣠ꚶꚳ𖤀 ꚲ𖣠ꚶ ꕷꚶ𖦪𖦪𖤢ꛘ𖤀𖤢𖦪 ꚲ𖣠ꚶ𖦪 ꛅꚶ𖢑ꛎꛘꛈ𖢧ꚲ ꘘ𖣠𖦪 ꛤ𖣠ꛃ𖤢𖦪?]]]
I would do ANYTHING TO STOP THESE IMAGES! STOP THEM! I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER THOSE TIMES! AHHGHHH!! More memories come pouring down into my mind as my rage feeds off all my previous grief, all my previous rage from my past life. It has all been building to this collapsing point of no return.
"Sir, I sense an ominous aura from that one over there." An elf spy says to its leader as I sit there in my deplorable condition, building up intense hatred inside me with no hope left. I began to crave anyone's help, and even if they were evil forces, I couldn't care less.
[[[ĐɆȺĐŁɎ ꞨĪꞤꞨ ꞨɆꞦĪɆꞨ ɄꞤŁꝊȻҞɆĐ]]] [PLAYER IS FORBIDEN FOR USING ӺꝊꞦ ӺꝊꞦ ɃĪ ɃĪ ɃĪ ĐɆꞤ. ꝊꝞɆꞦⱲꞦĪȾɆ. ꝊꝞɆꞦⱲꞦĪȾȾɆꞤ] My aura darkens even more, letting out a chilling feel as I lose myself in the hatred I've been building. I can't recognize good and evil; everyone is terrible and cruel, and no one deserves to live.
({Being X} What the? Did she manage to unlock another cursed series? And I'm supposed to be the bad guy? Are you sure she ain't the devil herself?)
"You're right, but what do we do about it? She's basically free. Should we appraise them? They could be a reincarnation, given that dark power. Quick appraise them before they become irrational."