Trope World - Volume 1 Chapter 2 Road To Slavery

I’ve never seen a horse shit before. It’s never been a thing of interest. She stopped suddenly, lifted her tail, and started shitting in front of me. She didn’t bother looking back at me. I looked away and still heard plop after plop before she jerked on the rope bounding my hands. Flies were waiting in the thousands for her bubble of bug free zone to pass by.

When the pile came close instead of stepping in it, I managed to spin around it. Things aren’t different from when I arrived. For one I’m n.a.k.e.d. I’ve been n.a.k.e.d the whole time. That wasn’t much of an issue it was warm and for the most part, I didn’t expect a centaur to care. With every point in constitution my skin has grown tougher. I’m still not going to go the rest of the day with this centuar’s crap on my feet.

Instead of walking straight, I spun around when the pile of horse apples came up. She looked back raised an eyebrow and jerked me forward.

BP 45.4

Skill Discovered: Dodge lv1; active 1SP; +0.1DEX/END

Skill Discovered: Movement lv1; passive; +0.1 DEX/END

“Your so slow why can’t you move faster. I want to run and feel the wind in my hair.” She said pouting.

“Then perhaps you shouldn’t have enslaved me. You could be almost home, and I could have headed in another direction.” I said. She snorted a habit that must have something to do with her nature.

“Why couldn’t I have found a more docile human. Most would be begging to serve me after the first shock. The second would have them worshipping me.” She said and tossed her braid to the side.

“How unfortunate. What will be my duties? Whoever you are.”

“Ah, how rude of me. Slave my name is Od you may refer to me as Mistress Od or simply Mistress.” Od said. She swished her tail and jerked me once more.

“Well Od my name is Melchior.” Od yanked hard after that one sending me into the dirt.

“Be careful there are many roots and holes. Its easy to trip and fall for the unwary.” Od said and casually circled me.

“Falling on my d.i.c.k over and over again isn’t good for it.” I muttered.

“I don’t plan on breeding you with any other slave, so don’t worry. I’ve lost nothing of value.” She looked at me for a moment before ruffling through her bag. After a moment she pulled out a massive silk handkerchief. “Wrap your privates with this. I have no use for it. How did you manage to appear in my meadow n.a.k.e.d?”

“It may have been a cruel prank by the local bullies. They love proving their superiority on those who can’t fight back. Though, I think it’s a quirk of the technique.” I said with a smile. It took me only a few moments to tie the handkerchief around my waist.

I stared at my hands as I tied the silk. When I arrived, my body had been soft a little pudgy. Less than a day later I felt vital. My body was bursting with energy. Every movement carried me faster than before. Yet I was a slave bound to a centaur in a cultivation world of all things.

I focused on moving to keep up with Od. The night sun was going down and the sky was different. There were many more stars in constellations I couldn’t recognize. Instead of a single moon there were two. How did that effect gravity or the ocean tides? Dragon flies the size of rats flew through the sky occasionally picking up the occasional goblin.

The little green men were everywhere just outside the meadow. They hid under rocks and tried to make themselves small when Od trotted by. “Do you see them Melchior? This is the respect I deserve.”

Goblin BP 10,000

I chuckled to myself. Even the weak goblins were far stronger than I am. I’ve only been here a few hours. There was probably time to grow stronger but not much. “How did you not kill me with that punch? You are stronger many times above the goblins as they are beyond me.”

Skill level up: CAC lv2; passive; +2INT/WIS

My head began to pound. Everything seemed to slow as a layer of darkness I hadn’t noticed before vanished. In that instant, felt the mana in my body swell up and expand. It was a tumultuous feeling. It was power I couldn’t grasp. As distant from my reach as my freedom, answers, and my future.

She raised a thick eyebrow before her ears flattened. “Don’t compare me to that vermin. We are nothing alike. They are the bottom of the food chain. The weakest of the weak. They make good slaves but little else. You are more exotic and valuable than a common goblin.

Skill level up: movement lv20; passive; +2 DEX/END

Personal BP 62.08

Goblins were known for being greedy jealous little pricks. A likely scenario had already appeared in my mind. I played like a movie. I’m busy doing who knows what until late in the night. One of the goblins grabs me from behind, slits my throat, and grinds me up into food. He’ll serve me to Od and the other centaurs, they will devour me pass me, and never think anything of it.

Skill level up WCS lv2; passive; +10INT/WIS

Personal BP 108.4

Now I was official one hundredth of a goblin. The difference in power was overwhelming. Fortunately, we stopped for the night at at a lean to. There was a roof over our heads and that was good enough. She looked at me for a moment.

My stomach rumbled and she took a bail of hay out of her travel bag. Did she have a bag of holding? That’s the only way it made sense.

She munched down the hay quickly before taking a piece of jerky from her bag and eating it too. From her bag she pulled a horn of ale and drank it down with her meal. Then she pulled out a water skin and upended it draining a hefty amount of it. After a few moments she tapped her flank. I raised an eyebrow in question.

“Don’t make me shock you again. I want you to curl up against me and sleep. Human’s who don’t cultivate need at least 6 hours of rest. I won’t bring you back exhausted. It would look bad on me.” Od said. I looked out into the darkness.

There were dozens of goblins waiting for Od to fall asleep. They were prepared with rocks and makeshift knives. There weren’t many chances for meat, and I looked positively delicious. Never mind my nonexistent qi. The goblins were malnourished and most survived off mushrooms. Those mushrooms sometimes shot out spores that took over the minds of the goblins who partook.

On and on the information went. I gained more details about the reproduction of the cave mushrooms than the goblins. Basically, if they got the chance they were going to slaughter and eat me. Not exactly in that order. She was kind enough to lay down at least. She looked at me with eyes I couldn’t read.

Skill level up: In Sight lv20; passive; +10INT/PER

That night, I made sure to get as close to her as I could. Her sticky sweaty fur stuck to my chest and itched. My first sleep in that world was one of deep rest and an itchy chest. Her body heat made me hot and I sweated as much as she surely did. I also had a dream.