When I was a child, I remember me and my brother listening to a story that my grandpa used to tell us, about a mighty hero with a sword and his 3 other comrades who will destroy all disasters and bring peace to our world and a demon king who he has to defeat to bring peace to our land

my brother was a year younger than me and he was a huge fan of that sword hero but I am different despite being a hero fan I was a fan of the great sage "Arcius" like how he single-handedly destroyed the daemon general and his soldiers in the great war

But that joy doesn't last long in 3 years daemons attacked our home and destroy everything except me I was in the forest when this happened the only family that I have left was my aunty who leave in another town but they just sold me to a slave contractor for some pocket change despite being 7 years old child.

when I got to the slave camp they either beast us up or make us do none human work every day was a leaving hell in there

[Hey kid what are you doing standing there]

A soldier said to a boy with torn-down shorts that was standing in front of a small lake inside a castle-like outpost

that boy saw that soldier and look to the ground with fear in his eyes, he can't move his body like its bent by an unknown force.

[I am saying this one more why do you have to slack around in work time]

said that soldier and raised his hand that has a long bamboo stick and hit that kid in his solder with it and asked,

"What is your code?" With anger,

Screaming in pain he instantly lay down on the ground grabbed his solder, and said

[..3 ..93],

[So you are the problem maker everyone was saying, this is the last warning just go and work properly]

Said the soldier after giving him another blow with his stick

Trumble in pain No-93 get up and leave that area and go to the south of the outpost and try to unload some crates. Winter is coming and every slave need cloth for winter but commanders only give slaves torn-apart clothes and sometimes nothing, it's a hard time of the year and some slaves are distant to die in this cold weather. but they have to survive for food, some are surviving for the families that are also trapped in this hell with them.

In the evening when the night is falling no-93 was ready to go into the slave houses, its an old house with holes in the sealing and covered with broken down wooden planks, he entered the house and find an empty place, its hard to find an empty place with hundreds of slaves living under the same roof without any privacy and any room, to begin with, then a child's voice come from behind no - 93

[So you are finally here "ARCE"]

no 93 instantly look behind and said

["Park!"]

said to the score of that voice

[I was waiting for you, my friend]

Park said with a shakey voice,

[What happened to you]

Arce said,

[Nothing]

Park said but his shaky voice is telling him something happened

park then sit in an empty place where it could easily fit 2 people at the same time, and tears fell from his eyes.

[I can't take it anymore ]

park said,

I sit beside him and asked

[What happened why are you crying?]

[Poo...]

[Poo... What happened to your sister?]

[A soldier beat her to death and she died. I was too powerless to protect my last left family]

Park's family was from a slave tribe they are born to be slaves unlike Arce's family Who got killed and his aunty sold him to a slave commander

I instantly felt sorrow, Park is the only friend that I have made in the slave outpost, I thought Poo... of as my little sister and started crying despite knowing that it was going to happen someday.

[I want to kill those Fu***rs, Why do we have to endure this, did god send us to be slaves like this for our entire life, if I have some power I would have killed them]

park said with sorrow, anger, and many other dark emotions

[Why Whyy Whyyyyy Why do fate so cruel to us humans]

I was crying but Park is way more sentimental than me, I lost my entire family in a demon attack a long time ago but for someone like park his only sibling who was alive up until now just died and no one gonna do anything about that, not even a funeral this is the fate of us slaves in this camp

[I have left that hope a long time ago if anyone wants to kill those Bi****s they got instantly eliminated on the spot or beaten to death or if anyone tried to leave this camp and got found out then as good as dead I don't know what they fear so much I think this is an illegal camp]

I said

[No I am planning to get out]

said, Park

[But how?]

[I have been making a tunnel underground where I work, We have to just leave this camp at night]

said, Park

[are you serious? that area is heavily guarded at night, If We Get caught they will going to kill us]

[I have a plan, Just wait till night we will leave today]

Park said

(is he got crazy after losing his sister? I guess We have to find until night comes)

I quietly murmured