Chapter 2: I'm Blade

Chapter 2: I'm Blade

Author: Dark_Crown98

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Ruinia, A Kingdom located toward the Western Continent of Human Realm.

Ruinia Kingdom was a Monarchy state, with a boasting population of 89 million.

Today, in one of the mines of Ruinia Kingdom.

Whip!

"Stand up, Slave! Get to work or else you aren't getting today's meal!" A soldier shouted, he whipped a middle-aged man. The soldiers around the mine wore a steel-chest plate, red tunic underneath and a helm over their head. They all carried whip in their hand, a sword hilt beside their waist.

While, The slaves all wore rag dresses, they had pickaxe in there hand.

Whip! Whip!

"Ple.. Please, don't hit! Argh! It hurts." many slaves shouted, there rags torn. They were beaten like dogs by the soldiers, if they even stopped for a second while mining.

"Hey, Alrim. It seems like that kid doesn't fear death." when a soldier told his friend. Both of them looked toward the kid mentioned.

They saw a kid in his 16's. He was 5'7 ft tall, fair skin. He was a skinny man, with black hair. He had messy dirty black hair, while he wore a rag to cover his body.

He was standing in one place. His eyes hollow, he just stared upward.

"Hehe, Kid. You wanna die? Get to work." A soldier walking up. He slapped the kid. The kid slammed to the ground.

Slap!

"Waaa!" The boy immediately wailed. He had a surprised face, his eyes widened in shock. He caressed his chicks.

"I am in pain? I am feeling pain!?" The boy exclaimed, when the two soldiers in front of him gave him a weird look.

"Is he mentally retarded?"

"Oi, Kid. Are you joking with us?" a soldier shouted. The boy, completely ignoring him, looked around his surroundings.

He saw a dim surrounding, with lanterns illuminating the dark cave.

"Where am I?" The boy muttered. He didn't know what was happening. He was sure he received a headshot.

Then how is he still breathing? How could he breathe again?

*Pow!

"Ugh..!" The boy immediately fell on his knee. He was punched in his stomach by the soldiers.

"Damn bastard. A mere slave dare ignore me!" The soldier exclaimed, he had an angered face. When he raised his whip, to whip the boy.

Whip!

Grab!

The boy immediately grabbed the whip with his hand.

"Ehh!" The boy exclaimed, immediately letting go of the whip. He looked at his palm that caught the while. It has a straight red line, he could feel his hand burning because of catching the whip.

"This slave is making me mad! I will kill him." The soldier exclaimed, surprised by getting his whip caught by a young boy.

Whip!

"Ahh!" The boy grunted, getting whipped by the soldier. His rag small pieces were torn.

Whip!

"Argh!"

Whip!

"Kugh! Wh. Ah! What is this feeling?" The boy questioned. In his previous life as Code 3, after getting beaten up and physical tortured every day. He somehow had a disorder, which made him painless. Even when he was splashed by burning hot water, he felt nothing. When, his left eye was shot by a bullet, disabling his left vision forever. He at that time also felt nothing.

"Stop it, Alrim! You will kill the slave at this point!" when another soldier arrived, stopping the whipping soldier.

"Cheh! What has that anything to do with us, Dave? We can just say he died of overwork. Not like the Captain will check if it is true or not." Alrim said, carrying a smirk. He was a 6'3 ft tall middle-aged man, with a bulky build. He was tan skinned. He had short brown hair, he had a moustache.

"Stop it, Alrim." Dave told him. He was 6'2 ft tall middle-aged man, with a warrior build. He had fair skin, short black hair. He caught the hand of Alrim.

"Oi oi, Are you picking a fight with me? Dave, you bastard!" Alrim shouted, he glared toward Dave.

"You can think, like that Alrim. But, I won't let you harm an innocent infront of me." Dave said, he also glared back.

"Hahaha! Are you serious, Dave? They are innocent? All the slaves, that are brought in this mines are criminal of the Kingdom." Alrim laughed, hearing Dave's words.

"Yeah, It is true. But, more than half of these criminals are innocent lives. That only tried fighting for their right against those nobles. And only for those simple things, they were branded as criminals." Dave said, showing a clear disdain for nobles of the Kingdom.

"Huh? Are you crazy, Dave? What are we talking about? they are nobleborns, how can we commoners ever even think of asking for our right infront of them. I am leaving, do whatever you want with that kid." Alarm said, retreating his whip. He kicked a slave miner near him, walking away.

"Trash." Dave scoffed, picking up kicked slave. He carried the whipped boy. His rags were torn, revealing his fair skin that had whipped scars.

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Dave treated the boy, glancing at the boy. They currently were inside Blade slave tent.

Every Slave were given a small tent to live in.

Dave gave a pitiful look toward the boy, infront of him. He was flinching in pain.

"Umm~" the boy then started struggling, batting his eyes. He opened his eyes.

"Kid, you finally awake?" Dave spoke.

"I.. This? Where am I?" The boy asked, remembering how he was whipped by Alrim. He was angered, still calming down. He looked at the man in front of him.

"You are in a stone mine, owned by the Ruinia Kingdom. What is your name, kid?" Dave asked.

While, the boy ruffled his long messy hair. He tried remembering the name of his current body.

"I.. I'm Blade." The boy said, he had a confused look.

"Blade? Your parents sure have unique taste in naming their child. Anyways, I am Dave, the mine guard." Dave introduced himself, giving a nod hearing Blade name.

Blade gave him a nod. When, he tried getting up from the ground, when his weak arms and legs gave up in him. As, he fell every time he tried getting up.

"Rest a little, Young Blade. Your body is weak. I will send someone to deliver the meal here." Dave said, caressing Blade's hair. He left the tent.

'No way? Am I really in a different world? It can't be right?' Blade exclaimed inwardly. When he received a foreign memories.

His name was Blade. He was a slave since his birth. He was born in the mine, grown in the mine and lived in the mine. His mother and father died because of overwork.

'Heh? Even in this new start. I have already lost my parents?' Blade exclaimed. Then reorganising his mind.

All he knows is. He is currently in the Ruinia Kingdom. That was ruled by King Conrad Areté Riddari De Ruinia IV.

He ascended the throne twenty year ago.

Other than that. He also learned the existence of magic in this world.

Those who can use magic in this world are called Conquerors. Conquerors are those beings that have conquered the world's energy, using it in a form of magic. They are so rare that this Kingdom only has two Conquerors. Who are only 1st-tier Conquerors. It is believed there are higher tiers of Conquerors in the other side of the Continent.

There are few types of Conquerors that exist in this world. But, Blade only know one type.

They are called Elemental-type Conquerors. Those beings that can use nature elements in the form of magic. Those that can control Fire are called Fire Conquerors, one that can control Water are called Water Conquerors, like that there are many others.

"Ughh! My head hurts." Blade suddenly exclaimed, when he felt his brain getting jolted.

"I need to rest." Blade exclaims, resting his body. He hugs himself, his body shivering from the cold ground. He embraced himself.

'I am already used to this feeling.' Blade inwardly thought. Soon falling asleep.

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"Oi, Slave. Dave has sent me to deliver you the food." a male voice sounded, his voice was alittle rough.

While hearing the call. Blade, who was sleeping in his tiny tent, woke up. Sliding the curtain of his tent.

He saw a young boy. He was 5'9 ft tall. He had a horizontal scar near his left eyes. While, he had a bowl in his hand.

"Take the free food, Slave." the boy said, passing the bowl. He soon left the tent.

Blade staring down the bowl. He saw vegetable broth that was steaming.

'Even a broth is alright. I need to get some energy, If I have to escape from this place.' Blade thought, cooling down the broth with his mouth air. He sipped the broth.

Sripp!

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"Father? Why are you helping that Slave? Just looking at his weak body. He won't survive a day in this hell." The boy that passed the broth to Blade, said.

"Jake. You shouldn't talk like that. He is weak and needs help. It is only right to help weak and needy people." Dave said, he was a kind man, who didn't like how slave were treated like dogs. Even when they all were humans.

"Cheh! If that was the right thing to do. Wouldn't that King have done the same thing? That bastard killed my mother only because she was a survivor of the Empire." Jake said, when Dave immediately closed his son's mouth with his hand.

"Shh! You can't talk like that to His Majesty, The King. I have already lost my wife, I can afford to lose you." Dave said, his eyes softening. He embraced his son.

"Fa.. Father?"

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A/N: This is my first serious OG work. So, I hope you will like it.

Starting of the story maybe alittle rough. but, It will improve with the time.

Thank you.