Martial Arts Worlds

Thump, thump!

A large-bellied man arrived at the basement. He wore thin, gold chains around his neck and had ten different rings, one on each finger of his, shiny and glinting in the dim light.

A gold robe was draped over him. It was tight around his belly area but flowed freely down to his ankles.

"Hmm!" Mael, the slave house master, touched his neck beard and stroked the rings on each of his fingers while looking at the slaves.

With his keen sight, he was easily able to tell the worth of every slave. It was how he became the king of the slavery in the Pirate Kingdom.

With his sight, he was able to amass wealth that other pirates could only dream of having. His wealth was able to put him on par with Pirate Emperors.

However, his strength wasn't.

"Listen well," Mael said. "You're now slaves. The bottom-tiered slaves without masters. However, I will fix that."

The cuffed prisoners were shaking in their boots. They didn't want to be here. They wanted to return back home to their families.

"I expect that you've removed their communication devices, right?" Mael asked from the hooked-hand pirate.

"Obviously, we're not rookies." The hooked-hand pirate said. "They have no way of communicating to anyone where they are."

"Good…" Mael responded with a nod.

"…" Kiernan stayed quiet.

During the first night of capture, the pirates took all of their phones and personal belongings away. However, Kiernan hid his phone inside his inventory, thus he still had it.

He wasn't going to call the navy or anything like that. They couldn't do anything even if he did. He wasn't a fool, after all.

'The navy must know everything that there is to know about Pirate Kingdom from captured pirates, etc. They know that there are slaves here, but they can't do anything.

'Attacking Pirate Kingdom means all-out war.

'Thus, I only kept the phone so I can keep talking to my father to convince him that I am alright and not captured by pirates.'

"You're now going to be assigned to your slave role!"

Mael said, crossing his arms behind his back while puffing his large belly forward.

"There are a couple of slave roles, and you won't choose one; I will choose for you.

"First—Work Slave—if someone purchases you, you will do whatever work they're expecting from you without any complaints. However, if you aren't purchased, we will send you to the mines.

"Second—Sex Slaves—you will either be purchased to be a private sex slave or one of the brothels will purchase you. If you aren't purchased by anyone, you will be sent to the street corners to work as a prostitute.

"Third—Servant Slaves—you will be a servant for one of the five castles. You will be responsible for cleaning, cooking, and serving the needs of the castle residents. If you aren't purchased, you will be demoted to Work Slave.

"Fourth—Fighting Slaves—you won't be purchased, but instead you will be sent to the fighting pit to fight for your survival. There, you can win your freedom, or someone can pay for your freedom themselves.

"As you can tell, Work Slaves are the lowest-ranked slaves, while Fighting Slaves are the highest-ranked."

When the cuffed prisoners heard about the Fighting Slaves, all of them wanted to become one. It was the only way for them to have a chance at freedom!

"I will now assign your roles," Mael walked to the rightmost cuffed prisoner.

The cuffed prisoner was the angry-sounding man that argued with Julian. He didn't look good with a dirty face, drooping eyelashes, and a scowl that seemed permanently etched on his face.

"Work Slave," Mael said.

"N-no!" He immediately rebutted. "I can fight! I was the youth champion of my hometown!"

"Silence," Mael smacked him across the face. "You haven't done one bit of training in the past decade. Am I right or what?"

"…" He gritted his teeth and lowered his head in defeat.

Mael then moved to the second prisoner. It was a small-chested woman with dirty brown hair and squinted eyes that made it hard to see the color of her pupils.

"Work Slave," Mael said, and then moved to the third one.

The woman just lowered her head. She was disappointed but also relieved for not being chosen as a sex slave. She wanted to become Servant Slave as it was considered a higher position in the hierarchy.

Mael looked at the third slave. The slave was old and weak-looking with sunken eyes and a frail body.

It was clear that he'd come to the World Seas as a retirement trip.

Mael looked deeply at him. It was as if he'd seen something, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. Stay connected with empire

"Servant Slave,"

"…" The old man just nodded briefly.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He then moved to the next slave, and his eyes finally rounded up in surprise. He was staring at a young man with wild-colored hair with some red hair strands here and there.

This young man wasn't a bad one!

"What's your name?" Mael asked.

He didn't bother asking the names of other slaves, but now he had to!

"J…" Julian stopped before saying. "Jason Leonhardt."

The captain of the passenger ship raised an eyebrow. He knew that it was a fake alias. However, he didn't say anything and kept his mouth shut.

Mael wrote the name down and nodded. "Fighting Slave!"

The angry-looking man looked angrily towards them. He looked at Julian with a fury of a thousand suns.

It angered him that he was nothing but Work Slave while this annoying young man was Fighting Slave and would be able to fight for his freedom!

The hooked-hand pirate smirked and nodded his head.

Mael then moved to another slave, and again his expression changed. He had found another special slave!

'Another one?' Mael looked thrilled. "What's your name?"

Kiernan looked at him and said, "Tobias Reiner."

Mael wrote it down, and said. "Fighting Slave!"

"Heh, good job, Tobias~" Julian grinned.

'Yes, alias will be good,' Kiernan thought. 'I don't want to be known as Kiernan Hunter in these waters. I don't know what will happen from now on, but I don't think robbing Count Sander will be the last illegal thing I am doing in these waters.'