3 High Guardian Spice

First Person POV Rules

Italic text like this, are the thoughts that are accessible to everything in a characters mind in first person.

Normal text like this is the character describing what they are doing in a sort of pseudo-omniscient narration.

"Text like this are people talking", whether that be the character the POV is following or people talking around them.

-Text like this are the thoughts of anything in the characters mind- this rules both applies to second consciousnesses and certain types of magic, like long distance communication between two people.

Third Person POV Rules.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Describing

-Another persons thoughts in someone else's head-

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"Wow this one is feisty, but I'm sure some of you ladies would like that" the announcer says, and I can almost feel the disgust he holds in himself as he says that.

I'm sure he doesn't care about the killing of that noble before, but he is clearly upset about the fact children are getting sold off as sex toys, that restores some of my respect for him.

My response did get a few chuckles out of the crowd, and I swear some people are staring at me like they want to torture me for the rest of time.

 If they get a hold of me who knows what I would go through.

I'd rather get sold to some pedophilic cougar.

"Well, I think thats ample reason to sell him for more, starting price... lets say 5000 gold!".

Thats alot more than the starting pricing of the other kids, like alot, alot more, most of the other kids were sold off for less than 1000, is this guy trying to prevent me from being sold?

But it clearly doesn't work and his smile falters a bit, as the, I assume nobles, just grumble but still begin bidding, eventually the prices become too big for most of them and they back down and all that is left is some woman and I make sure to express my disgust at her.

But out of the fucking blue a man in his 80's raises his bidding sign and doubles the cougars price, bringing it up to 40k gold.

The fuck am I worth so much? Am I missing something here?

Or is 40k gold extremely cheap in general and those other slaves were just valued next to dirt, but that cant be the case, there is no way this worlds economy is that deep in hell for such a high number to be valued at nothing.

Satan is practically rubbing his balls on the economy if that's the case. Holy Shit.

But alas, the man wins me but before I am off, I decide to ask the auctioneer a question, "Can I have your name" I say looking up at him quietly, we are still on stage after all.

He smiles a bit and responds, "Moon. Good luck finding me", he says before walking off, its almost like he knows I want to come find him after I make my escape.

I am chained in more expensive looking chains, and escorted into a room with hundreds of other people, some kids, some adults, and all of us belonging to that 80 year old.

The man who bought me nods at around 50 guards and they begin doing that teleportation circle thing at once and the next thing we know, a magic circle appears beneath us and I find myself in a dungeon looking room alone.

Can they really separate you that easily?

How broken is this worlds magic? Or are those mages just really fucking good?

Well they were alot of them, so you probably can't do this normally.

The room is pretty much just cobblestone walls, with a bed in the corner and no windows, just a wooden door with a small trapdoor probably for food.

And the only source of light is a lamp powered by thin air in the corner of the room, I also notice I dont have chains anymore, so I walk towards the bed and lie down on it.

"This is the worst possible isekai ever" I grumble, but the prospect of magic keeps my spirits up, even if only a little bit.

But eventually, after hours I manage to doze off to sleep.

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I am awoken to the sound of banging against the wooden wall of my cell, and I instantly get up and as I do the door swings open and there stands a person wearing a plain white mask, and a purple, gold and white suit, that also looks like armour, with plating across it.

Very impractical looking to be honest.

They are holding what looks like a staff with a floating diamond prism at the end with rotating intricate designs around the crystal, they begin speaking, "Its time for your weapon selection and magic aptitude check" they say, their voice sounding distorted to the point I cant tell if their a man or woman.

They point their staff at me and a chain made of ethereal red light forms around my neck and connects to their staff, they turn around and drag me along and I follow.

We leave the room and I find we are in a long hallway with rows of doors, and I see other people leaving their rooms in the same manner, being dragged by a suited, masked person holding a staff that is unique to each person.

We walk along the hallway and eventually we all arrive in a room that looks alot better than everything else so far, its a simple room that also seems to be underground if the lack of windows indicates anything.

There are a variety of weapons on racks, that seem to be tied down by some sort of magic, and I can also see around 200 weird looking crystals of different shapes behind a glass wall.

The guards who brought us here leave and our feet are chained to the floor preventing us from moving, I ignore the murmuring and panicking of the others in here with me as the same man ho bought me walks in front of us.

"Greetings, welcome to the Abyss Arena, a place where you fight to the death for your next meal against your fellow slaves that number in the millions at the moment, and Rot monsters." he says and every begins panicking at the thought of what he just said.

Who named this place bro, Abyss Arena? Really?

"But do not fret, I am granting you all the chance to pick a weapon and try and connect with a Terrasphere..." that last word really connects with me, Terraspheres? Those staff's people were holding?

Rot? New Magic? Its coming together, but it cant be, so much is different for this to be High Guardian Spice, the world definitely wasn't this dangerous, it was literally a safe heaven.

This is the plot of a degenerate hentai you would find in the darkest corners of the internet, not a shitty show produced by idiots. Its either a very, very big coincidence, or this is High Guardian Spice but actually functioning how a fantasy world would.

And when I watch as someone picks up a Terrasphere and instantly begins convulsing in pain I begin getting worried, "Thats just that guy right?"

"...Right?"

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Bow down my subjects! Praise me! Submit yourselves to me! Give me your offerings of stones, and you shall be free of my wrath!