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FML: Ch 3 Branded but Unbroken
🕑 Added 2021-01-29 01:23:47 +0000 UTCThe trademark flower outfit and bubble around her head instantly made me recognize who she was, ' World Nobel Saint Shalria, my chances of dying have become considerably higher. '
Following another guard, The guards brought me to a loading bay where people's purchases were stored. From minks to fishmen, I could spot almost every race in the manga and anime.
waiting for a few minutes before my owner came to collect me.
" Hmph, I do hope this one is worth the money otherwise,I won't be pleased. "
" I assure you, Siant Shalria-sama, that your money will certainly not go to waste. "
The bitch was accompanied by a clerk who looked as if he was going to shit his pants, " So your my new purchase, good looks, but he doesn't look very strong. I need a demonstration before I give this place a single Beri. "
" Yes, of course. You boy, show your owner how strong you are if you know what's good for you."
' Yes, this is my chance. If I seem weak, maybe I won't be purchased. ' Making a big show of things, I flex and strained for a few seconds. I poured my soul into my acting. ' Then, for the big finish. '
Turning purple in the face, I swooned and swayed before passing out. ' Come on, go away. I don't want anything to do with you. '
" Hmm, how disgusting. I'll take him anyway. He might be faking, so I'll see how he fares in the gladiator pits. If he's strong, he will survive. If not, it will be fun to see him being torn to bits. "
My acting skills failed me, and I was forcefully hauled to Shalria's galleon and thrown in yet another cage.
I wasn't allowed to rest. However, as I was blasted with heat, a large furnace was attached to the side of the cage, and I could see a leather handle sticking out of the mouth of a furnace.
That image jumped started my memory, ' All slaves of the World Nobles are branded with the Hoof of the Flying Dragon. '
Trying to stay calm, I looked for any possible way to escape. The cage was too strong for me to break out of, so are the cuffs, and I have no idea where the hell I am.
' Chance of escape..0%. This is going to hurt a lot. '
Sitting in the corner of my cell, I waited in the sweltering heat. Soon a Marine opened my cell and frog marched me onto the deck. I was forced to kneel as my shirt was ripped off me revealing my back.
My throat suddenly dried up as a shadow loomed over me.
" Be honored I have picked you personally to be my eternal slave. Now you will be marked as such. "
Biting my tongue so as not to lash out, I said nothing as Shalria walked behind me. I could feel the heat of the brand as I neared the middle of my back.
Two marines held my arms down, and my hair was pushed over my shoulder as the hot iron pressed into my back.
I couldn't feel anything besides pain, the feel of the wood beneath my fingertips, the sound of the waves crashing against the hull.
All of it was muted compared to the pain and smell of burnt flesh. The mark on my back throbbed red and swollen.
But the smell was the worst part, so thick and heavy I could almost taste it. A horrible foul smell that hovered around me like smog. The smell of burnt meat and hair.
The next few days were a mixture of pain and suffering, sometimes I would be given food, and I would slowly eat it all.
The rest of the time, I would sleep, on my side, on my stomach, anyway I could think of so my back wouldn't touch the floor. This was part of the process, to break me, make me subservient. I knew that in the following years, I would be tried, beaten, and ruined.
But I would survive. My will would carry me. The promise I made to my past self would be my mantra.
" Soren D. Arvil will become a name loved and feared throughout the world. Everyone will know my name. "
The perks of having a body created by a god were you healed pretty quickly. In a few days, the brand started to scab, the pain had become bearable, but the urge to pick my scabs was unbearable.
By the time I was at a hundred percent, I had estimated that three weeks had passed since I left my cell. Doing some basic movements, I only felt a slight pain, ' Yosh! ' Jumping up, I gripped the bars of the cage, ' If Iroh can get ripped in a few months at his age, so can I. '
And let me say I did indeed get ripped. I had to be careful to act weak and wounded. But I caught the guards sizing me up a few times.
I had the build of a swimmer, lean but a power full chest and arms and developed legs. After a night a full sleep, I was ruefully woken up by the door of my cell, slamming against the wall.
" Get up. Saint Shalira has summoned you. We have arrived at the Sabaody Archipelago. "
Before stepping a foot outside the cell, an explosive collar was placed around my neck, wincing as the sun shone right in my eyes and Shalria was in her protective suit.
" Follow. " That was my command issued by Shalria as she walked down the ramp onto the Sabaody Archipelago.
Making sure to stay behind her at all times, I followed the bitch. The one benefit was no one got in our way. World Nobles could take anyone they want as slaves, so pissing one-off was a definite no go.
The full impact of where I was suddenly hit me,' Sabaody Archipelago the last island before the New World. The problem is I don't have any way of knowing when I reincarnated. '
I followed Sharlia all the way to a private booth. I thought I would be left outside or moved to a separate area, but for some reason, I was allowed inside.
" I wonder what father will think of my purchases. If they show promise, maybe he'll forgive me. "
