Alex POV ~~~~

I wake up in a comfortable bed, feeling a bit anxious, so I check the time on my cell phone that I take out from under the pillow. "Hmm, 5:38, damn it." I murmur as I turn off the alarm that hadn't gone off yet and get up slowly, heading to the bathroom on the floor where my room was located; I brush my teeth lazily and then go down the stairs to the lower floor.

The morning cold is comfortable and there are no worries on my mind.

I walk towards the kitchen while I remove the sleep from my eyes. I sit on one of the empty chairs at the small table of 4 seats and hug one of my legs.

At the table there is a man who is already sitting, dressed in office work clothes, holding a newspaper in a way that covers his face.

A woman, also dressed in office clothes and a yellow apron in place of where her jacket was supposed to be, jacket that rested on one of the chairs at the table, was preparing something on the stove.

The man, hearing me sit down, lowers the newspaper and gives a warm smile, while the woman turns around and says: "You woke up early today, dear."

"Ah… I woke up 20 minutes before the alarm went off, I hate when that happens." I say sighing, looking at my parents, while stretching my body.

"And when does that happen? Hahaha." The man says in a playful tone, making the woman who turned her attention back to the stove laugh.

The man was white, slender, tall, had a bushy mustache, his hair was black and combed back and on his face he wore silver glasses that matched his light blue eyes. The woman, also tall, exuded elegance with her beige social clothes, long black hair, pale skin like snow and light brown eyes. Anyone could say that I was clearly their son.

Shortly after my father made the joke, a voice could be heard at the entrance of the kitchen, as it approached the table. "I woke up earlier today too, I opened my eyes and completely lost sleep, very strange." Says the identical copy, but younger, of my mother.

Passing by me, she doesn't miss the opportunity and slaps me on the head, but before I can retaliate, she goes straight to hug my father, while saying: "Good morning, daddy."

My father, happily accepting the hug, says: "Good morning, princess." with a sweet tone in his voice.

I, slightly annoyed, interrupt and say: "Don't tell me you didn't see her strategy, da…"

End of Alex POV ~~~~

*Splash* "Wake up kid."

Shouts the guard who had just thrown a bucket of water on Alex's face. "You're filthy, time for a bath." He orders.

Alex, who wakes up abruptly with a drowning sensation, sees a middle-aged guard who looked like a small tank screaming incomprehensible words. He vaguely remembers feeling a thud on his head, followed by darkness, when he was previously communicating with the man named Henry.

Still dazed, he looked at the guard as he put two more buckets of water, some clothes, cloths and other utensils inside the cell, pointed to them, closed the cell and left the tent.

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"I guess they want me to clean myself." Thought the dazed Alex.

Understanding a little bit of the situation he was in and fearing what could happen if he refused to do what they asked him to do, Alex decides to go along with it and see how deep he was in shit.

"A bath is not asking too much, my mother demanded more when i was younger, haha" His mind jokes remembering his recent dream as a way to escape from his reality.

However when he was about to take off his clothes he realized he wasn't alone in the tent that in fact it was divided into 4 cells.

Looking at the remaining 3 cells, Alex sees two beautiful women sitting on their beds, with soulless looks. One of them, noticing his gaze, stares at him for a few seconds, then turns around robotically and continues to look at the empty corner of the tent.

In the remaining cell, Alex sees a man who had been staring at him for an unknown time. The man, noticing his gaze, turns his head losing interest.

Knowing that he couldn't communicate and having no energy for guessing games, Alex gives up on interacting. Gathering courage to clean himself in front of strangers, with the items left by the guard, he ignores everything around him and starts doing what he has to do.

Used to modern life, Alex already found the dirt on his body unbearable and, doing his best, Alex cleans himself.

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"Well, well, he looks even more handsome without the dirt, who would have thought." Says Henry happily as he enters the tent of the private cells.

"Indeed Sir Henry, he should be sold for a great price." Says the subordinate.

"Well, I thought I would need to teach him a lesson to understand his situation, but it seems he already got it." Says Henry, satisfied as he looked at the now clean Alex, who was dressed in the new clothes that were provided to him. "Well, just make sure to put all the high quality products in the private carriage and let's go. I want to arrive before tea time." He finished as he left the place.

Alex, sitting on the bed with his back resting on the iron headboard, watched everything with a resigned look while thinking, "I'm going to hold on and survive, I have to".

~~~

The way to the city of Grey Castle went fast with Alex's mind busy as he processed what was happening and resigned himself to the abrupt change in his way of life.

He had concluded some obvious things or maybe not so obvious. 1- He had certainly transmigrated. 2- This world was medieval. 3- This world had dreadful beasts. 4- This world had magic. 5- He was screwed.

Alex was stunned when he discovered magic. It happened after he was taken out and put together with the other high quality products in a prison carriage, while he looked at the camp through the windows he saw the tents magically shrink into small boxes with just a few hand gestures from Henry.

Alex was not dense and knew that his appearance was the reason for the treatment he received being superior to the other slaves, after all, Alex was weak and did not even speak the local language, having nothing extraordinary, besides his appearance.

Alex, resigned with his status of premium slave, took a good look at each carriage companion to understand why they were also there.

He quickly understood why slave girl 1 was there, the one who briefly looked at him when they were in the tent. Sitting next to her, he knew it was not only because of her delicate face, her silver hair or even the volume in her chest, Alex understood that the main reason was because of her pointed ear that escaped through her silver strands. "Tsk, tsk, always elves." He said internally.

Looking at slave girl 2, even Alex, who was not the kind of guy who was easily impressed by someone's beauty, found her attractive. "It looks like the cliché of the slave princess that many novels present." Alex concluded shaking his head.

Now, looking at slave boy 1, Alex did not understand right away why he was there, because his appearance was average and dull, having no trait worthy of attention besides the toned body that seemed to be standard in all the men he saw in the caravan. "Maybe he's from one of those powerful families, or… maybe a combat slave?" He asked rhetorically to himself as he had an insight, more inclined to believe in the second guess.

His thoughts were interrupted as he looked at the giant walls of the city that he would know in the future as Grey Castle.

From this distance, Alex could have a complete view of the city: behind the great wall, some even bigger buildings could be seen, but still, they were overshadowed by a gigantic castle of stones with a stunning appearance in its center.

"If it were in a different situation, I would have been very excited to see this." Alex thought sadly and a melancholic glow that had been suppressed until now could be seen in his eyes.

Thus, the slave caravan followed with speed to the fabulous city of the fantasy world.