Volume 1: Chapter 3 - Option 3

After quickly discerning the information about Zulain, Morgan continued to walk through the forest quite forest. However the quietness didn't ease his mind. He can recall from his fused memories that this forest should be the residence of low and high rank Mana beasts. Something definitely wasn't right, wasn't it too quite?

Though he had this train of thought, he continued the leisure stroll through the quite forest. 

It was a good stroll.

However all good things must come to a end, in Morgan's case it was indeed true. Silence was no longer in the air as Morgan's ears perk up and heard faint audible sounds reaching within them. This was rather was supposed to be a happy event for Morgan, for he would've found civilization, but this wasn't the case. The faint sounds was sounds of death, the sounds of metal on metal slamming with one another.

Morgan pondered on what to do until he found a conclusion, it was a rather quick ponder 'It'll be best for me to avoid that kind of confrontation' he thought while he nodded slightly.

Turning the opposite direction of the conflict, he begin to walk, well try to walk but was stop by pulling force, it something in the similar the force of gravity that pulled him. It was about three times the force of gravity back on earth!

"Well, well look what we have here, one of the capture slave tried to escape"

Upon hearing this masculine force, Morgan turned his gaze over to the man. It was a black cloaked individual, he couldn't see  his face but within the individual hand was a sword tainted with blood.

Morgan took a couple of steps back with caution, he knew his situation wasn't good and now he was face with only two options: to be captured then be sell into slavery or show resistance and die. However he chose none of those, why would he want to be slave? And of course he don't want to die so he created an third and fourth option: get captured obediently then escape when given a chance. But that could end up backfiring on him. Option four: run like the wind and don't look back, rely on luck...that doesn't give him any much hope of survival either..

"Listen boy if you don't wanna die, follow me without resistance or Hehe you might loose a finger or two"

Without much choice, Morgan had to choose option 3: Capture and escape, though it had alot of risks involved it was the only option with him being free and having a survival chance of at least 10%. Yes, yes the survival chance was rather low but it wasn't without hope.

Everything single detail can help his survival chance: it depends on how many companions this guy have, how many slaves he have, and plus the terrain. With Morgan quick decision making and calculation he was sure he would be able to escape.

With that decision in mind, he rose up his hands and made a pleading expression suggesting that he surrender. Though Morgan could be what they call stubborn, he at least knew when to be stubborn . Most people in his situation would most likely had shouted  'I'm not a slave' and would either act and prove themselves which will not help them or  they would try to escape and most likely end up dead.

"Haha good boy, I like obedient people but I like people who struggle more. Because it's so much fun tormenting them when they are strong willed "

Cold sweat ran down Morgan's spine as his face distorted in disgust. 'This bastard is really crazy!' Morgan thought. Of course his sudden change did not go undetected by the black robed man which caused his smile to be even more crooked than before.

"Follow me boy before I get bored, promise me, you wouldn't like it if I am bored"

The man spoke this while he turn around and headed towards the sounds of metal clashing. His sword dragged behind him engraving the forest floor with its marks. With a dejected look, Morgan followed the man as he thinks of many different ways he will use in trying to escape.

...

After a few  short minutes, they reach an open space in the forest which was at least 10Kms away from the place they were at. 

As the distance between the open space and them became closer, what Morgan saw momentarily shock him. 20 carriages

was filled to the brim with children like clowns fitting in a small car. The children is approximately 10 - 16 years old. Most of the children is male with at least 1/4 of them being female. Their clothes is rather similar to Morgan's clothes but their body conditions seem to much better than him.

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Though they seem to be in good shape physically, they however had lifeless dull eyes that indicate they had went through traumatizing experiences. Nevertheless, it seem to be that about 4% of the female slaves had a little hump on their stomachs.

Truly for Morgan it was a disgusting site, however he knew this is how the world works. The dominant consume the weak. It was all about birth and luck. If one was birth with nobility then their life would be easiest, and if one come across good luck then their life would take a turn for the better.

Besides the carriages there were about 20 ~ 30 black robed men, all with swords in one hand tainted with blood. Around them was bloodied dead bodies of what seem to be bandits; deep and shallow cuts was engraved on their bodies which indicates that there were resistance, that of course was to be expected; who wants to die? Even a child would rather pick up a stick and fight rather than die without a struggle.

"Why do suddenly run away from the fun Roland..oh who is this?"

A hoarse voice emitted from one if the individual who's sitting on headless corpse. Now he was staring at Morgan with a discerning eye.

Even though he was far away, Morgan could feel a enormous pressure emitting from this individual which trigger the alarm sounds within him, telling him that this man was dangerous. He didn't want to be in the same proximity with the man,  however with the situation he's in he had no say in things.

"Captain I found this slave child trying to escape."

"Escape you say...he's not a slave however it doesn't matter now. He was just a the wrong place at the wrong time."

The man replied.

"Oh, if you wasn't a slave why didn't you try to resist?"

Now all eyes was on Morgan with curiosity. Why didn't he resist? Could it be that he gave up right from the start or is he just stupid. While everyone was thinking of this,  Morgan in the inside was currently thinking of a plan to escape from what he identified them as slavers

"Hey I'm asking you question!"

Roland roared fuming with anger. How could he not be angered, a middle age man being ignored by a 16 year old kid would make any adult angry, he wasn't an exception.

The sudden roar woke Morgan from his thoughts. He look at the men with innocence dumb expression that did not befit his age. From Morgan's accumulation of experiences he thought it would be best to play innocence for now.

"Yes?"

"Captain something wrong with this boy,"

Roland turned towards his captain.

"It doesn't matter put him inside the carriage,  I'm sure some noble female pervert will pay a good price for him!"   

"Yes this boy would be a good toy for those nobles"

Roland chuckled. 

Beside him Morgan face was distorted with absolute disgust. To him this world is already far beyond corrupted,  though he expected this he still couldn't get over this fact. Nevertheless part of his soul actually came from a civilized world that abolish slaves long ago,  yes there are still monarchy systems in some countries but there were civilized civilizations. 

Roland pulled Morgan by the collar intending to throw him in the carriage with the other slaves, however a dangerous feeling crawled up his spine causing him to throw Morgan on the ground and dodge himself. 

A second later a fleeting golden arrow burrowed itself deeply into the spot he once were. Seeing the arrow imprinted on the ground were once stood cause Roland's face to go pale with fright. 

"Who!?"

A voice didn't answer but a valley of arrows was enough to explain the current situation. 

"Enemy attack!"

In response to this shout all the surrounding cloaked men ready there swords and released a massive amount of bloodlust, however among them the captain was far more menacing. 

Though in this situation anyone would be cursing themselves of their bad luck,  however for Morgan it was the contrary.  

He was excited 

"Chance!"