Chapter 14 Slave Trooper
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
That day, he was released from prison.
But it wasn’t freedom. Not even close.
Instead, he found himself shackled at the wrists, dragged along with a line of grim-faced convicts toward what looked like a military facility. It wasn’t a place of reform—it was more like a slaughterhouse in waiting.
They were lined up under the open sky, the sun glaring down like an executioner’s gaze. Chains clinked with every shift of movement. The scent of rust, sweat, and dirt clung to the air.
At the front of the formation stood a wooden podium. On it were two figures—one, a middle-aged noble with a neatly trimmed beard and a velvet coat embroidered in gold, his expression smug and theatrical. The other was a towering knight in darkened plate armor, his face unreadable beneath a shadowed helm.
”Listen up!!” the noble shouted, his voice sharp as a blade. “You criminals! From this moment onward, you will fight with all your strength and die as slave troopers under the command of Viscount Eksban of the Caesaran Empire! Do you understand?!”
The knight beside him began chanting something in a strange, rigid dialect—some formal military decree, maybe, or a ceremonial oath. But the words were meaningless to the prisoners. Nonsense, laced with menace.
The boy—just one among the chained—felt his thoughts spiral.
’Wait. What the hell is this?! All I did was steal discarded junk to survive in that forgotten hamlet! Sure, maybe I was a bit of a thief, but I didn’t hurt anyone! Does that really make me cannon fodder for some Empire’s war machine?!’
Around him, the other prisoners began shouting:
”Don’t screw with us!!” one man yelled, his voice full of fire.
”I’ll kill you, you bastard!” another spat.
The noise swelled. Resistance. Rage. Desperation.
Good. Let them riot. Maybe someone will fight back hard enough to break the chain.
Viscount Eksban barely reacted. Instead, he muttered softly, almost bored, “If you want to die so badly… I’ll kill you now.”
At that cue, the knight beside him raised a single gauntleted hand.
THWIP.
A crossbow bolt sliced the air and buried itself in the throat of one of the loudest prisoners. The man crumpled instantly, lifeless, blood soaking into the dust.
(Hieeee! This is bad! This is really bad! They just killed him like he was nothing!)
The line went quiet. Even the chains stopped clinking.
Every prisoner, including the boy, stood frozen in place. The silence was thick. Heavy.
Viscount Eksban smiled, spreading his arms.
”Listen well, scum!! You’re going to die for me—and for the glorious Empire!! Your pathetic, criminal lives will serve as shields to protect our true citizens! Take pride in that! This is your final act of worth. Be grateful to the benevolent Empire!”
(Grateful?! This guy’s insane! That’s not a speech—that’s a death sentence wrapped in a bow!)
It became clear now: the food they’d been given back in solitary wasn’t kindness—it was preparation. Just enough to keep their bodies functional, to ensure they could march and swing a weapon before collapsing.
No one had ever intended for them to live through this.
And so, without choice, name, or voice…
He became a slave trooper in another world.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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