Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

The merchant accidentally thanked God when he was told by Gene Intage that he wanted to sell a woman.

Besides being able to make connections with people who are involved with brave men, the woman also came to say that she is involved with brave men, must be able to sell for a hell of a high price.

The merchant proceeded with the transaction carefully.

Without at least damaging his mood, he avoided imitating as much exploration as possible and came out thoroughly poorly.

Sometimes "Don't explore too much," Gene was giving out that air.

- I think the merchant should have suspected at that point.

It would be a lie if Jean asked me if I had any doubts about something to hide.

But that was only to the extent that expectations would be overwritten.

The first time my anxiety exceeded my expectations was the moment I saw Gene curse relentlessly when he turned over Flam.

useless, he ran out of words.

I curse a woman who is trying to sell herself at an extrajudicial price in front of a man trying to buy it.

What a grand thing to do.

Because it was so clear, I had to tell myself that the merchant would also be "just a black joke”.

I still believed it.

At least, until you buy it out, take it back to base, and check the status of the flam.

"Damn it, let me grab the garbage! That's a huge loss! This, this!

"Ugh, Ugh... Huh, Higu... Higu... Huh"

The slaver grabbed and lifted Flam's hair and kicked his abdomen over and over again.

Each time she leaked her voice, and from the edge of her mouth, the saliva flowed.

When the fallen Shizukuishi adheres to his shoes, he assaults the flam even more frustratingly.

It wasn't until hours after Gene left that he realized that Flam's status was all 0 and the slave trader's face turned bright blue.

It's very easy to check someone else's status, you just have to look at it in the unattributed magic 'scan' that anyone can use.

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Fram Apricot

Attribute: Flip

Muscle Strength: 0

Magic Power: 0

Health: 0

Agility: 0

Sense: 0

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In this way, this magic made by the greats of the great old days, although it is a great deal of miscellaneous numbers, is an excellent thing that can be revealed even to attributes on top of quantifying the subject's physical abilities.

If I were you, I should have checked before I gave you the money.

That said, if the merchant showed a bareback that would use scanning, Gene would have refused to trade.

Besides, there is no way that a great man who can make a name for himself in the kingdom can imitate a merchant like this - this is the result of coming to Taka like that.

It's already been a week since I bought her.

There is no way you can find a buyer… or "product” that is so useless that you don't even feel like finding a buyer, such as incompetence with a status of 0, that it no longer leaves any other use than sandbags.

But that's over, too.

Whenever I see Flam's face, the merchant will continue to remember his failures.

I'm not bankrupt yet, and if I'm going to continue to be a slave trader, I have to take a turn and do business steadfastly.

Then it should be better to dispose of any trash that is frustrating just to watch, on top of not having such use.

I can't help what I've lost, because there's no way a person in this grey business can get paid by Gene.

Yes, I concluded.

Flam is eagled at the collar of a wrapped, worn, dirty white shirt and dragged over a stone corridor.

Now I was no longer willing to imagine where they would take me.

It's not a decent place anyway.

Will it be sold to someone else, or will it be killed?

Either way, the future is dark.

Beyond being engraved with the mark of slavery, it's no longer possible to go back to your homeland.

Having given up everything, Fram had also stopped regretting his past actions "how could this happen”.

And when the merchant reached his destination, he unlocked the lock of the chamber in front of him and threw a flam into it.

This is the basement of the stronghold he has.

It was set up there, a cage for the abandonment of slaves.

Four other slaves had already been put in besides Flam, every one of whom was convinced of the end of his life and had dead eyes.

Of course, the diet is not given, so the hands and feet are burning to the limit, and even to the woman sitting in the deepest part, she drips manure and laughs thinly.

It must be so broken, it's like my heart is still moving but it's dead.

Needless to say, hygiene sucks.

Of course, the smell was so terrible that even the apathetic flam flashed its face.

"I've accumulated, and it's time to fit in"

The merchant, who closed the lock of the cell from the outside, shrugged so.

Something begins - but what begins, the living corpses are not interested as one.

Once the merchant left the cell in front of him to prepare, all but breathing noises could disappear from the basement.

Flam, who was lying on the ground, as he sloppily dragged and crawled through his body, moved to the edge of the room, sitting with the wall behind his back.

Next door, there was a creepy slave figure with a bandage over his face.

"Are you... have you been here forever?

It's just a whim to try to talk to you.

Then she (...) replied in an empty space when she opened her eyes a little and showed a surprise trick.

"I've been here three days."

Flam realized with that voice that the other person was a woman.

When you're covered in bandages to your face, you can't judge your gender.

The lightly pigmented gray hair stretches to the shoulder, and if you look only at its length, you may not be able to judge it as a woman, but it was also considered possible that the other person left it stretched even as a slave.

But when I looked straight in the eye, Flam felt “beautiful eyes”.

Eyes with feminine kindness and yet a clear heart.

I'm sure that if only we had met differently, we would have had a completely different, happy life.

"That means they brought us here... I knew they'd kill us"

"I don't know. But your husband said he'd dispose of us."

"Your husband?

"I'm an earlier man. Now, nobody buys me, so he's your husband."

"Oh...... yes, what"

From that word, Fram intuited that she was a creature different from herself.

They've probably lived as slaves since they were young, and that's what stains them.

So even a man like that can't resist calling me “your husband”.

The skin visible from the gap in the bandage is red and rotten.

After a moment, the face may be influenced by the beatings received from his previous master - imagining that, Flam trembled.

The girl in the bandage has no intention of continuing the conversation.

As Flam silenced in awkwardly, he often stared at her and slowly turned his gaze to the floor.

Keep them standing side by side, holding their knees, leaning over, staring at nothing gray.

Then I lost it so much that my footsteps approached the cabin.

It was, of course, the slave trader's man who represented himself on the other side of the iron lattice.

He goes out of his way to put down the smaller chair he brings, and when he sits there, he sets his legs together and says it off.

"Well, I know you already know, but you guys don't have any more value as a product. Which means it's not worth your life either. I can't afford to keep such worthless meat, let me dispose of it."

Then you simply have to kill him, he shouldn't need to be ready or anything.

"But."

The merchant's mouth hangs in the evil.

"I also needed money to buy you guys. It costs a lot of food to keep them alive until now. If you don't let us enjoy ourselves as much as we do on death, don't you think it doesn't fit?

The merchant asks the slaves, but no one responds.

When he tongued "chip" for lack of reaction, he moved and disappeared from the front of the iron lattice.

The wall ahead of you is apparently fitted with a handle.

He gripped it made of metal with both hands and turned it clockwise.

Then the sound of the zari and the stones scrubbing each other from the ceiling of the chamber sounds, and the pebbles and the dust fall.

The next moment Flam turned his gaze to the place where it sounded - Dossa, and from a hole in the ceiling, something about the size of a person fell.

No, that's literally a person, but it doesn't look alive.

The body fell from the ceiling in a folded state.

Blood and clear liquids splash on the floor, and the chamber is full of rotten odors.

The merchant, who turned the steering wheel and once again appeared before the slaves, had an adept look on his face.

"Phew... you know what that is? It's Ghoul. A human corpse moves by instinct under the influence of residual magic - in short, the lowest (F) ranked monster."

To match the merchant's description, the gools rise up, beckoning and unclean.

And he shook his body like a cramp, redirected his neck, and searched for prey.

Fram, who was accompanying the brave man on his journey, knows.

Indeed, Ghoul is the lowest ranked F-ranked monster.

The movement is slow and the body is very brittle because it is made of rotten meat.

"If they take them down, I'll get them out of there and sell them as merchandise again. So we can survive for a while. But be careful, they..."

But on the other hand, I often hear stories of new American adventurers who were alarmed because they were F-ranked, who had been torn from the neck and sacrificed.

At the very least, it's not a monster that ordinary people with no experience in combat can handle with their bare hands.

"Oh, come on, don't tell me. Come on, come on, come on."

The ghouls arrive at the woman who was drooling manure in the corner of the room.

An instinct that moves them is “appetite".

Seeking rotten and decaying, fresh meat lost from their own flesh, eaten up by living humans.

Guchu, Kucha, Zulu...

Broken she was devoured and killed by three ghouls, without even screaming.

Flam and the two left were going to give up their lives and so on, but they notice the death of others.

I don't want to die yet.

It's about the girl in the bandage who's giving up completely.

Seeing the fear that began to fill the cage, the merchant further distorted his mouth.

"Oh my God, if we don't do something about it, we'll all see the same eyes as that woman, huh? But you can't defeat Ghoul with your bare hands, you need a weapon, right?

Has Hing come on board, the man's tone comes on the play.

"Whoa, what a giant sword on the wall, huh? It doesn't really weigh, but if that's the finest (epic) gear, and it's magical (enchanted), maybe we can handle it ourselves?

Everyone understood that it was a trap, even without thinking about it.

But if you want to live, there's nothing more to it.

One man rushes first to the great sword on the wall and grips the pattern.

Of course, there's no way a slender man could lift a huge chunk of metal like that.

Gunn! and a stripped body fell naturally and slammed on the stone floor, scattering a small spark.

Still, it must be his obsession not to let go of the pattern.

That said, what the hell does that obsession mean?

In response to the sound, ruthlessly, the ghouls are approaching him, and there's no way they can wave a sword and intercept him like that.

"Ha, ha, ha! Now... now I'm gonna live, live and do my life... and... what?

"I showed you how you feel. Well done, I'll spare you that hard work and relieve the pain a little."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The man holding the sword suddenly shouted out.

If you look closely, the skin on the back of your hand is peeling off and the meat and bones are starting to peel out.

No, it's not just the hands.

The arms, the shoulders, the neck - probably the torso or the legs under the cloth.

The skin peels off and even the meat becomes loose and liquid, discarding the form of a person and spilling out.

"Ha-ha-ha! Hey, I'm sorry to hear that. It's cursed. It's like that when you see a black body or something, right? Just like a woman named Fram there. Once upon a time, they tricked me into buying it because it was superior epic equipment... and I wouldn't learn either. Well, epic gear was a fact in itself, but it was a substitute for an intense curse and I couldn't handle it properly. Kuhihihihi, hihaha!

The merchant laughs raggedly at what is wrong.

"Hold on, that kind of garbage is now turning me into a stage device for garbage removal, so I don't know what it's going to do for me."

Even as he spoke, the Ghouls were approaching their next target.

It's the other woman, not the flam.

"Why are you coming to me... Don't come, come. Ahhh!

A woman who waves desperately.

Apparently the scratch went into the bump, and the merchant was laughing even more.

Not the one you can beat with your bare hands, but the only line of request was the weapon. It's useless, too.

There is no longer any way to help.

So convinced, she goes out to the last resort.

"Please help...... please, I'll do my best. Huh! I'll try my best with my life so I can sell it properly. Ahhh!

When you squeeze your strength and jump on the iron lattice, you grip it hard with both hands and beg for your life as you devour your face into that gap.

Throw away even the slightest pride that remained and give in to the one you hate.

I don't care if you can live with that, it's a lot better than being eaten by a monster and dying.

"Please, please. Uh-oh!

Hearing a desperate plea, the merchant smiled gently, "Phew," and stood up.

Knead in front of the iron lattice, eyes in close position.

"Ah... ah... help me, will you?

The look of a merchant I have never seen before lights a small light of hope on the woman's chest.

To her like that, he said something.

"Fuck you."

and said coldly, pulling the knife out of the sheath that was hanging on his hips, he pierced the soft part of his mandible.

"Whew... Bube... eh"

"Uh... tough, I don't think you're the same person, you stink. No, I don't want you to be the same person anymore, or give me a break about being made the same as this, haha."

The woman keeps her face pressed against the gap in the iron lattice and falls off as she drifts.

Apparently the stabbed knife supported him and he was just in eye contact with the merchant, and back to the chair he laughed as he saw the woman's dead face blow out.

- The world is so vast.

The place I knew was so small, only part of it, filled with precipitated corrosion when I stepped outside.

I wish I hadn't left, I really didn't want to.

Fram curses, Origin, the creative god who brought himself to a brave party and so forth.

What are you telling me, what was chosen and brave, if it weren't for such a thing, it wouldn't have suited me like this.

Help my parents with their field work from morning to lunch, have a warm lunch for the whole family, and if I want to do the same in the afternoon, my friends invite me to visit, and my parents gently send me away to go.

And talk about no other love until dark, go around the village shops, or take a little adventure to the woods to load up the flowers.

When I get home, now it's dinner time.

There was a warm conversation there, and everybody laughed, and when the night dawned, another day of the same kind started...

Good for you.

I never wanted more than that, I barely said I was selfish, and everyone told me I was a good kid.

Then she might have been an impossible daughter, she would have bothered her parents because she has a status of 0.

But what's that? The other kids should be annoying me somewhat too, what a cute thing the flam has been annoying me, even my parents actually laughed at me "I'd love to be annoyed as much as that”.

Then I knew I was wrong.

This - there must be some mistake in a life where Ghoul eats you and you end up screaming like no other.

"Oh no... oh no... I don't want to die in this place... me, nothing, nothing wrong!

"Ugh," he groaned low, before hissing and approaching Ghoul, circling in Flam's head like anger, fear, and, anyway, colorful negative emotions had been cast on the mixer.

"No, you fooled me, you plundered a lot of money. Be quiet and die."

"Don't, don't! It's not me, it's not me. No, I'm not bad!

It's true.

Sold on your own, enslaved on your own, killed on your own.

Is it all right for the victim to be held responsible for the act? Is that acceptable?

"No, you're the bad one. I've been sold for expensive money and it was rubbish, and you're the one who's sorry."

That's how the rules of the world are supposed to be, but how come, on this occasion, what the merchants say is more right?

As it is, the flam dies, without the art of exchange, and inexorably, unfortunately, ends up being a grotesque corpse that does not even leave a prototype as it is rolling in the corner of the room.

No one will mourn me, no one will grieve.

My parents don't even know she's dead, and I'm sure she'll be dumped in some dumpster, and then she'll be incinerated and the existence of a flam will disappear.

"If you still don't like dying...... haha, you just have to grab a weapon and fight it? Hahaha!

Weapon - In the eyes of Flam is a giant sword lying on the ground.

Beside it, the fruits of male slavery, turned into white bones, are rolling.

Give up, will they eat you and die?

Do you resist, dissolve and die?

Neither changes, dies anyway, there's nothing I can do.

But... if you hold the sword and die, only the slightly cooler fact remains that you died as a result of fighting it.

Most of all, the bandaged girl dies later, and the only person who remembers that memory is the slave trader - I thought that was better than being laughed at and dying.

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh!

The flam rises slowly.

My health sucks, my stomach is empty, and my body doesn't get well into it.

Besides, the violence wielded by the merchant over the past week was tearing her body apart.

My legs get crab crotch, and I'm puffy and trembling and nothing like it.

In fact, the merchant stared at her like that with half a laugh.

Step forward.

The stride is small, as it is, faster than she reaches the sword, and Ghoul will devour her.

"Ha... ahhh... ahhh!

“Still".

It's the word I've told myself many times when faced with irrational circumstances.

She repeats in her heart.

Still, still, still -!

Each time, my legs took me a step forward.

With each increase in the number of times, I felt like my stride was getting bigger.

But brutal facts are much more powerful than brave determination to smash nightmares.

If you notice, Ghoul is approaching right next to her, and that rotten arm finally grabbed her shoulder.

"Ahh."

Attracted by human detached forces, Flam's body leans about.

Gool pulled his mouth closer to her left shoulder, and Gucha opened his mouth wide where the fluid pulled the thread, piercing the clothes with brown, dirty teeth and feeding them into the meat.

"Gi, aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!

Even Flam, who was going to get used to the pain these days, was unbearably sore.

Still, Ghoul advances his teeth without hesitation, and finally eats up every piece of meat from cloth.

"Haaaaaa!

The bump and part of himself peeled off, and Flam's face distorted into agony.

I can't stand it and fall in unintentionally.

Still, there was a sword at the end of her gaze.

Give up your left shoulder, which has stopped moving properly, crawl with only the force of your leg and right hand, and a flam for your weapon.

"Come on, we're almost there."

The merchant's distracted support echoes.

The girl in the bandage, who had pierced her indifference, also stared at Flam at some point.

"Phew, phew... uuuuuuuuu, gi, guuuuuuuuuuuu"

Eat up your teeth, breathe roughly with your nose, and be sure to get closer.

When Ghoul fell in beckoning, he ate into her right calf like that.

"Aggyuuuu!

Peel, chew and swallow slices and muscles.

Yet another ghoul eats his left thigh.

The last one also ate her heels and her legs no longer worked.

Just your right hand now.

He bleeds too much, his body is cold, and his consciousness is blurred.

It's not strange when you pass out in pain, it's over there if your mind “wants to give up” even for a moment.

So I'm sure it was a miracle.

My fingertip - the tip of my middle finger touched the pattern of my sword.

Plus Flam stretches out his arms and holds a cold sword.

"Now... ya, all the time..."

Now, finally.

Finally, melt, die.

The ghouls are eating and scattering more flam bodies.

I'll die anyway if I leave you alone.

What matters is that he died, of his own free will, holding the sword.

So if they say what's going to change, I don't know, and if they say it's just self-satisfaction, I guess that's it.

There was only a strange sense of accomplishment.

When I closed my eyes, the pain faded away.

Oddly enough, my surroundings feel warm and my body is light at all times.

Apparently, the afterlife is finally getting closer in earnest.

"... ah? What the hell, it"

I can hear the merchant, but it doesn't matter to the dying Flam anymore.

... Yes, I thought so.

"What's going on... why is the wound healing?!?

Feeling uncomfortable as his bewilderment, Fram decided to open his eyes only once and to his heart.

Then...

"Heh...?

For some reason, the Ghouls are distancing themselves from the flam and standing up.

It also seemed somewhere confusing.

And most surprisingly, the leg wounds that should have been scattered on the ghoul are healing beautifully and refreshingly.

And shoulders, of course.

Flam tried opening and closing his palm several times in front of him.

Even pinch your cheeks and pull them.

... Ouch.

It's not my fault, it's not my dream, I mean, the feeling that this body is light...

When Flam stands up, he picks up his sword with one hand.

I can never say it's light, but I can still hold it.

A weak flam, a piece of metal about 80% of his height, with one hand.

"Oh well..."

I don't know the reason, but I understood the results.

Flam didn't give up.

Even in desperate circumstances, he crawled and tried to pass his own will.

The power of the whole body is in return for its readiness.

"... me, you can live. That's right, that's right, you didn't do anything wrong, but you can't die in a place like this... you're wrong."

The confused gools slowly began their progress toward the flam.

I don't feel as scared as I used to be about that creepy figure either.

She closes her eyes and exhales, "Huh.

He sharpened his consciousness, put his strength into the palm of his sword squeezing, and, of his own free will, advanced towards his enemies.

Nothing to fear, the blade reach is far longer than Ghoul's arm.

If we can figure out the right time, and wave the sword gently...

"Ha-ha-ha!

Boom!

The upper body of three gools flies off at the same time.

No matter how rotten your body is, it's powerful enough to break even just because the tip has been plundered.

In the end, I didn't think it was a blow fired by a girl with 0 muscle strength.

There is no doubt that there is some trick in the sword.

But for Flam, that didn't matter now.

What matters is getting out of here alive.

Now as I approach the key that seals the iron lattice, I grip it with both hands and swing it down from the top full of force.

Gagong!

Lightly the keys were destroyed and the gi and the door opened.

She gets out of there and stands in front of the merchant.

"Ma... wait, wait! Just keep it up, you can leave! So... yes, life, only..."

There's no reason for Flam to kill him.

She's hardly even had combat experience in the first place, and she's not going to be a killer.

Besides, if it became clear that he was the one who killed him, the death penalty would not be dispensed with given the position of slavery.

So...

Dossssss.

Flam gently stabbed his sword vertically in the merchant's face.

The broad blade cut off perfectly from the tip of his head to his jaw, and as he pulled it out, his skull opened brilliantly as a flower blossomed.

Blood and brains flow down.

The merchant's contents emitted a much more unpleasant odor than the woman who called him “stinky”.

Fram's heart is amazingly calm on its own, and he never feels guilty.

The feeling that comes through the palm of my hand is almost the same as when I cut my gool.

Yes, she was killing a man-shaped monster, then killing a rotten slave trader doesn't make a big difference.

Reasonable logic.

It's okay, Flam's fine, there's no such thing as crazy.

The experience I've tasted over the past week has just distorted my values a little bit.

No sheath has been provided for the great sword held by the flam from the beginning.

No matter how much you say you can handle with one hand, you can't just carry a stripped blade with you.

“I wonder how to behave." - The moment Flam thought so, the Great Sword disappeared into particles.

And on the back of her right hand, a red crest is engraved.

"No, you said epic gear... so did the gear that Cyril has, the one she can store just to remember"

This is the hallmark of the “Epic” ranked equipment that contains high magic.

Equipment is ranked in five levels: Common, Uncommon, Rare, Legendary, and Epic, and the closer you get to the epic, the better you perform.

These ranks can be confirmed by activating 'Scan' on the equipment as well as status.

And the Rank Epic gear can be freely stored in different spaces as the holder remembers it.

Sometimes it's simply high performance and convenient to carry around, and the epic gear is dazzling.

It's not just a substitute for a slave trader to have - it's probably the “curse gear” that inhaled people's resentment, so it was traded cheaply.

Well, if you don't have to operate as a peel, I've never been over it.

Safe and successful in storing gear, Flam approaches the bandaged girl staring at herself as she sits back in the cage.

And I reached out silently.

Of course the girl puts her neck up.

"Hmm? If not. Let's run away together."

"Why not?

"No, if the merchant's dead, there's no reason to be here anymore."

……

The girl keeps staring at Flam's face and shuts up.

My eyes are beautiful, but I don't know what I'm thinking.

"Ugh, it would be bad if I found out I killed a merchant, too. Look, come on!

Unable to wait, Flam forcefully grabbed her hand and made her stand up.

Keep out of the cage and try to get him out of the base.

"Um..."

"Hmm?

"Mine, will you be your husband?

Flam accidentally stopped his leg.

"That's not what I meant."

Why just trying to take them out and come to such a conclusion?

"But you're taking me, aren't you? You're trying to use it, aren't you?

"Using..."

"Is it not? Then why are you taking me out? I don't know what to do if I follow someone who's not your husband"

She was a slave to the roots.

That, too, probably has been since birth.

So a relationship to her doesn't exist except “slave” and “master”.

To be honest, the only reason Flam wanted to take her out was because she was alone, meticulous, lonely, that's all.

But if the bandaged girl isn't convinced that she's going to be her husband...

"Okay, okay, so from today on I'll be your husband, will you follow me?

She shook her neck vertically.

"So... can I ask your name first?

"Yes, my name is Milkit. Nice to meet you, sir."

A mill kit that lowers its head deeply.

"Uh... nice to meet you, Milkit"

Confused by the unfamiliar calling of “your husband," he runs out again holding her hand.

Leaving the stronghold, through the alley and onto the main street.

Give me this far and you'll be relieved.

To the air of a decent place (...) that he had inhaled for a long time, Flam finally felt secure that he could return to being a human being.