Damien Crowell was just a regular high school student who took a regular tunnel on his way to school—until one day, that tunnel spit him out into a completely different world. Instead of his usual path, he finds himself in a dark forest that stretches on for days, running on nothing but sheer stubbornness and a tiny water bottle. Just when he thinks he's going to die, he stumbles upon a castle straight out of a fairy tale (or a theme park) and promptly passes out. When he wakes up, he's in a prison cell, surrounded by confusingly handsome men who speak gibberish—until a beautiful, horned beastman with perfect hair and a translator necklace finally lets him understand. Now, trapped in a fantasy world where every guy looks like they stepped out of a modeling agency, Damien’s biggest challenge isn’t just survival—it’s trying to figure out why *he* always looks like a mess in comparison. Can he make it back home, or will he end up staying just to admire all the beautiful faces? Join Damien as he navigates a strange new world, awkward introductions, and a whole lot of unexpected feels in this hilarious, fantasy adventure! Check my Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Aoki_Kun520 Join my Patreon: patreon.com/Aoki_Kun520 Join my LINE Group: https://line.me/R/ti/g/r8NgVY8w5F
"Oh, thank you very much! I'll prepare the contract right away. Please wait a moment," the slave trader said, bowing deeply. Despite his exaggerated gestures, they didn't come across as insincere.
With the five slaves escorted out, the introductions were complete. Now, it was time to move on to the real business.
As planned, Cedran began, "By the way, I heard you recently acquired Lizardman slaves," steering the conversation toward their real objective.
But before he could continue, Elyon abruptly interjected, "Enough with the dull theatrics. Let's cut to the chase."
"Wait, Ely!" Damien whispered urgently, tugging at Elyon's sleeve. "The negotiations are Cedran's responsibility!"
Elyon, however, remained unfazed. "Didn't you notice? The selection of slaves was odd—especially if they're meant to be presented to you or that boy Theo."
"Huh? The selection?" Damien exchanged puzzled looks with Cedran.