"...Are you sure you want this one, he is one of the weakest we have for sale today, Mr. Thomas?"
"Yes, I'm sure he's perfect. I can see the fire in his eyes, and I can't wait to break it. He looks at me like he wants to kill me. That is why these beasts need to be taught that they were born into this world as nothing more than our servants. That is their one and only purpose, in the name of the Gods and goddesses of Kintroion."
"Ok, if you say so, Mr. Thomas. Ok, boys, load up the carriage for Mr. Thomas. He's buying this one. That would be ten silver, please."
I heard the man say to my new owner as I looked at them with my cold, Dull amber eyes My deep black hair covering my eyes My skinny hands holding on to the bars On the cage My skin a shade of caramel. The more I listened to their conversation, the more hatred I held in my heart, until the day I could finally rip their hearts out of their chests.
These humans disgust me. They say that we are abominations, that we go against the gods. They even got all the other races to help them destroy our homelands in the Western continent, where many of our different clans and tribes resided, making us their slaves.
I watched as my cage got carried onto the potbelly man's carriage, filled with others like me, most from my race, but there were also a few of the other races, like elves and humans. As the carriage started moving, I heard the man talking to the driver about the dungeon that he had just bought, that he was going to put us to mine for resources or rare treasures. Apparently, he had hired a group of adventurers to clear the dungeon of any monsters that were there.
As I was listening to their conversation about my fate, the more I could feel my sanity slipping. A lot of slaves will lose their will to live, most in the first year of being captured, until they ultimately try to kill themselves, only to be stopped by the slave crest placed on their bodies. After this, they would just become a shell of their former selves. But this was different. I did not feel like killing myself. I felt like killing everyone on this carriage, even some of the slaves from the humans to elves, only leaving the demi-humans alive.
As I sat there in the dark, my eyes moving from the front of the carriage, the potbelly man, and the driver to the back, with the humans in the cages like mine, the only thing playing in my head was a single word: Kill. I thought I should kill them all. I could see the disgust written all over their faces. Even the human slaves looked at us with disgust, like we were less than dirt, like we were nothing. I thought maybe I could teach them a lesson when I ripped their heads off their bodies. When I showered in their blood, maybe then they would learn that they are the worms, that their only reason for being alive was for me to step on them. Instead of them seeing me like dirt, I would make them see me as a monster.
As my head kept spinning, the voices in my mind kept telling me to kill them, to sever their heads, chop them up, turn them into my slaves. We finally arrived at the dungeon, where they forced us to come out of our cages and walk into the dark tunnel, where we would spend the rest of our lives. Inside the tunnel was wet and dark, but as you kept going down the staircase, we could begin to see some lights, some luminous rocks shining from the walls to the floor. These were the resources we were going to mine - mana stones. These stones were a valuable resource that all kingdoms used. They had a variety of uses.
"Listen up, worms! You are here either because you are a disgrace to the gods, or you are working off a crime. No, none of this matters here. You are all worms."
A strange man with a scar and his left eye said this, his voice dripping with malice. He was 6'2" with hulking muscles. He was so much bigger than me. He looked like he could snap me in half with one hand. Not to mention, I could feel that he was in his 3rd star of the orange mana core. Nevertheless, my mind told me I could kill him. That he was weak. I stood there looking at him with my dead, doll-like amber eyes. As they gave each of us a pickaxe to start mining the mana stones, eventually, the people with the scarface man began to whip us when we weren't going fast enough. As the whip found itself in my back, I saw something in my eyes. It was a deep black, almost obsidian, with red letters written on it. Whenever I moved my eyes, it moved. I tried to Touch it But my hands just went straight through it It said [All requirements have been met]
[Do you wish to inherit Solomon's legacy] [yes/no]