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Near the edge of Silverpine forest, a group of people and bandits were discussing things.
Among the bandit group, a man with a good build and a scar on his face said to the other group leader, "Alright, I am satisfied with the price. You can take the goods away."
The leader of the other group was fat, wearing expensive clothes and jewelry.
Strangely, none of the bandits had greed in their eyes. The fatty leader checked his goods again with a satisfied expression and told his men to prepare to leave.
The bandit leader also had no plans to stay here; he motioned to his people and started to depart.
Seeing the silhouette of the bandit group disappearing, the fatty couldn't help but say in disgust, "Disgusting bastards."
Bandit group:
"Boss, do you think that man was the one who killed Alion?" asked a nearby person.
But there was no reply for a long time. The man who asked this, seeing this, just gave up on getting an answer. When the scar man answered him, "I am also not sure. I also thought the same, but that person doesn't even know about the monster's name. And from his statement, it was his first time seeing that type of monster. But he could also be lying," inquired the same man.
Scarface man slapped that man in a joking manner and said, "Al, if I can't tell when people are lying, then my years of experience would have gone to waste. Set up camp, boys, today we are going to have a blast!" Then there was a burst of cheers from the group. Seeing his group's rowdiness, the scar man thought, "As it is our creed to let the unknown remain unknown, I find that person to be a mystery."
"Tris, did you find out where this America is or the monster name Anaconda?" the scar man, or Vayne, asked.
"No, there was no result," replied Tris.
"Even though that's our creed, I sometimes can't help but be attracted to the unknown. Good grief!" Vayne said.
City Eldridia, slave market:
Norman was looking at the bars blankly. His features had changed a little, like the collar on his neck, and he was now wearing rag clothes.
He was not the only one here; there were more slaves with him in the cell. The baldie who was with him was also brought here, but he was in a different cell. Most of the slaves had dead eyes as they had already given up on their lives and were waiting for their death.
But Norman was not staring at the ceiling because he had given up on himself.The reason why he was staring foolishly at the bars was that he realized that he had died and reincarnated in a different world.
When the slave merchant brought him here, he was dazzled by what he saw: tall, ancient buildings and roars of beasts whose direction he couldn't pinpoint. If he couldn't take a hint, then as a pro-gamer, he would have failed himself considerably. After getting surprised by new events one after another, something in Norman snapped, which led to his present situation. As he cursed hell to hell in his mind, a thought came to him: "All the time, be extra, villain, or be a mob. They all end up becoming the protagonist in their story."
"Don't tell me," Norman spoke loudly in excitement. "I am also the protagonist!"