1 Prologue I

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... Say...

What do you think would happen if someone is reincarnated into a really dark world where suffering is almost everywhere for more than Six Thousand Years?

You know, that's definitely a question that answers itself.

It all began when I, Jack Roswell... got run over by several trucks that kept chasing me around the strangely empty streets of London.

Simple note: I wasn't given a quick death, my entire body was slowly crushed by those trucks and I gained PTSD from those six-wheeled bastards.

I didn't meet a R.O.B. (Random Omnipotent Being for short), and just woke up with a person's 14 year old memories surging through your mind as my head started hurting hard.

When I clutched my head, I noticed that a soft cloth, or a bandage was wrapped around it.

"Yo, brat. It seems like I beat the crap out of you a little too hard." A woman's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, as she looked at me with a little bit of concern.

"Grr... what the hell happened?" I asked, as she looked away from me for a moment, before muttering something about "hitting too hard."

"Hmph. Before I tell you all that, do you still remember your name?" She asked, as I recalled that my current self's name was...

"... Rance Roswell, I think..." I didn't have to say my past life's first name, but I could just plaster my past self's last name on my current name.

The woman then started telling me everything that happened earlier before I was knocked out, even if I only vaguely remembered that I actually tried to assault her just as I was kicked out of a town in the Free City of Ice.

Let me just say, I couldn't really help but be creeped out by some parts of the previous owner's memories, as you know... I got in a lot of trouble doing "that" to some girls of my age.

Thats probably one of the causes that Rance didn't like banging Lolis or anybody belonging to the ages of 15 and below.

Guess this dude has a lot of standards, unlike the several hundred thousand or millions of individuals in the surface of this continent.

Anyway, after this...

"Say, what do you think of adventurers?"

"Dunno. I think they explore the world."

F.Warrior: "..."

Then I got smacked on the head, increasing the pain that had been poking at my head since I woke up as Rance.

"You're an idiot, arent you?"

"No, youre just making it worse."

The Female Warrior looked away, once more.

"Fine, fine... I'll teach you the ropes of being an adventurer." She said, crossing her arms and immediately shaking her head afterwards.

"But before we get to the physical stuff, you need to learn the ropes."

After that, a long and steady process was initiated, with me being trained by the Female Warrior and becoming her partner in adventuring.

What I didn't realize that one day, she would suddenly vanish or/and die at GI1014, when she suddenly left...

... and never returned.

You know... although that made me sad enough that I stopped for a month, I thought:

"This is the real beginning of my journey, ain't it?"

[ ~ Prologue - Part 1 - End ~ ]

LP 001, January 1, Sunday.

It was a cool new morning, and it had been several months since the new Demon King had been announced to the entire world (or in this case, Continent).

Barely anybody even knew how Demon King Little Princess even was, but most of the humans thought that Little Princess was a cute woman, yet still very deadly because she's the Demon King and that she must be stronger than the previous Demon King, Gai.

It is still unknown if Little Princess is planning to conquer the world, exterminate humanity, or be as neutral as the previous Demon King, but some of the Dark Lords have started to plan and act on the shadows, but that is simply a story for another time.

For now, let's focus on something else.

[ LP 001, January 15, Sunday ]

Rance was wandering around the Free Cities, minding his own business while tossing a purse full of GOLD upwards continuously.

He is wearing a green tracksuit with pieces of armor atop of the said clothing. And no cloaks because cloaks feel overrated and very smart enemies would use your cape as an advantage. Although Rance was still trying to decide if he should get a magical cape or learn how to craft items...

"Haah... I am the best adventurer around the Free Cities Alliance... yet I barely even know how to cook, and I only even rely on what I have just to buy my daily needs... what a drag..." He complained, as even though he could cook, it always ends up tasting too bland, too bitter or without balance in taste.

He had some experience cooking, but that was on the stove, plus the ingredients in the Continent were somewhat different, he had to waste a lot of GOLD daily and take on random dangerous quests in the guild that very rarely involved going to Leazas, Helman, Zeth, and JAPAN.

To be honest, he literally became the highest ranked adventurer in the Keith Guild of this era, yet the least hired or active adventurer because there would be times where he is still at the middle of his quest and couldn't be present on the guild.

And right now, he was approaching a slave caravan, hoping to find a certain pink haired girl so that he could buy her before anybody could.

"Hm? What is it that you want, Sir Rance? Are you here to buy a slave for yourself?" A grey haired man asked as he ordered the ones who looked like they would escort him to stop the caravan.

And then, Rance gained a small grin on his face as he rubbed his chin. He was pretty excited to have a long time partner since he was pretty lonely since the loss of his Big Sister, and could only cook food that was barely decent.

"Hm... First, I'd like to see what slaves you have, I've been itching to buy a single slave for a while." Rance replied jokingly, while his reply wasn't even taken as a joke.

"Oh come on, dear Sir Rance. You've only decided to buy a slave at this moment because I'm very sure that you were urged to by your comrades back at the Keith Guild's HQ, or you chose to buy a slave yourself. But that does not matter for me as it is a pleasure to be your seller. Bring the slaves out!" The man said while combing his brown beard, before gesturing the guards escorting the caravan to show the slaves to Rance.

There were 15 girls that are in the process of being sold to slavery, though most of them were Gal Monsters of different kinds, like a Can-Can, a Nekomatamata, a Squid-chan, and a few more.

Though there are a few humans on the batch of slaves, Rance had little to no interest with them, even if all of them were cute. Especially when one pink haired girl already caught his attention.

After a small conversation and process, the pink haired girl was bought and was cursed to obey every single command from Rance.

"Sill Plain, was it?" Rance asked as the girl nodded.

"Of course, Rance-sama. Please take care of me!" Sill replied, just before Rance handed over his own backpack that was definitely heavy.

The pink haired girl squeaked, just before Rance turned around and looked at her from behind with a face showing slight irritation.

"What are you waiting for? Carry the backpack and follow me right to my home! Dusk is coming, and I'm about to get hungry."

Sill, without much to say, proceeded to follow Rance. Yet, she doesn't know that they would be in a long ride.

[ Sill Plain has joined the Party! ]

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