The Unnamed God. I'm really Not a God You Guys!

I am now a slave. 

Painfully evident thanks to the glowing red mark on my arm. 

What happens when you become a slave? 

Well given my handsome features they should sell me to a rich lady. 

No, they want to trade me to the Moon Keep. 

Would Luna buy me? 

Perhaps. 

Would the champion try and kill me? 

Very much so. 

Could the warden do anything to stop it? 

Doubtful. 

Yeah, I'd rather not try it. 

This situation is so surreal I'm not even panicking that much.

Somehow Wolfie isn't either. 

Weird, she should be smart enough to understand everything. 

As I'm lost in thoughts, he orders me to move. 

Then drops me in the cage with the previous guy. 

With Wolfie too. 

Isn't he worried that she'll help me escape? 

He orders me to stay here. 

Then he leaves cackling about his good fortune. 

"So they got you too? This is what you get for trusting a slave dealer."

In retrospect that sounds obvious…

I guess that explains the mask and cloak. 

This way people won't notice. 

Turning a customer into a product is bad. 

"Hey, are you so shocked that you can't even talk? Well, despair is normal."

Ah, he's been talking to me. 

[*Smile* Oh? Sorry about that brother, I was thinking.] 

He looks at me like baffled. 

"How are you smiling?!" 

[My facial muscles.] 

"…"

Now let me see.

Alright, he said something about a temporary contract.

One handled by a valuable artifact. 

This can allow anyone in this place to control them. 

I can probably use divine energy to run away. 

I just wonder if they'll be able to track me down afterward. 

Yep, I gotta destroy the source directly. 

Scouting ability time! 

It does take some time, but no worries. 

I scour the entire place. 

Lavish rooms

A small auction house.

Living quarters.

A kitchen. 

Various cells. 

Ah, there it is. 

The area where the slaver guy is residing. 

Looking at the opulence he isn't lowly here. 

The boss breathing on his neck was all bullshit it seems. 

Behind that is a small vault. 

In it is a glowing cube. 

A red one. 

Yep, something tells me this is it. 

My target. 

Now there are 2 issues. 

Let's start with the first one. 

[To trigger the mark I just need to disobey an order, right?] 

"Yes, that is why we can't even think about…"

I simply walk away. 

Once I encounter metal bars, I simply bend them. 

Until I am finally out of the holding area. 

Oh? I can definitely feel it. 

A tingling sensation in my arm.

Well, a massage would hurt more. 

"Y-you! How are you fine?!" 

[Don't worry about it. Now try coming over too.] 

He seems scared.

"The mark will activate, no?" 

[Is it life-threatening?] 

"No, but …" 

[Then why are you scared? Don't you believe in me?] 

I see him nod. 

Then he resolutely heads my way. 

"ARGGG!" 

Now he's twisting on the ground in pain. 

I grab him and throw him back in the cell. 

"That...why?!" 

[Oh, now I have a good example of what it is supposed to look like.]

I give him a huge thumbs up. 

He only grimaces in pain. 

Oh well, a small price to pay for freedom. 

Then I simply start walking. 

Toward the vault. 

Casually. 

Without ever stopping.

Hiding my glowing mark in my sleeve. 

Of course, there are guards. 

Upon noticing me they scream at me to halt. 

I just keep walking. 

Then one of them grabs me putting a weapon near my throat.

"*Stern* Talk, who are you and what are you doing here?!" 

Time to use my wits to get myself out of this. 

I articulately and dashingly exclaim: 

[IT HURRTS SSOOO MUCHH, ARRRGGG! NEED TO SERVE MASTER!!!! ARGGGG!!] 

Then I drop on the floor and start flailing around. 

In the process, I reveal my glowing slave mark. 

"Let him go! He's a slave!" 

He finally removes the pressure and blade. 

I do my best to get up and wobble away. 

Hiding my slave mark again. 

"Who is your master?"

I slowly describe his general appearance. 

"Oh my god, that's the chairman! What did he tell you?" 

[I need to go serve him.] 

"What for?"

"Hey man, you really shouldn't ask that. *Turning to me*Just keep going and do your job well! If you are competent, he may as well keep you with us." 

I nod. 

"Ah, but what's with the wolf?!"

He draws his blade. 

Oh, she followed me it seems. 

[She is master's new friend …I think? *Puzzled*] 

"Then we better not touch it. Take care man."

[Thank you!] 

"Wait!" 

Did they see through me?

What kind of mistake did I commit? 

Is it my still glowing crest? 

That should be hidden well enough. 

Is my story too far-stretched? 

We are in the city too. 

I can't just start killing wantonly. 

What should I do? 

"What is it?"

"Won't he get stopped by other guards?"

"Ah, probably…"

"Alright, I'll escort you all the way there!"

He thumps his chest. 

Oh my, how reliable. 

"Please, you are just trying to leave a good impression on the chairman, aren't you?" 

"So what?! I am hardworking and competent!" 

I mean right now he doesn't seem that competent to me. 

But well, he was probably told the slave contracts are foolproof. 

Even the master just left me there without a worry in the world. 

It would be ridiculous to expect more from the subordinate. 

[T-thank you so much! Lead the way please!] 

"Of course!" 

He is humming a small tune as we make our way there. 

Since I have a guide this time around no one makes a fuss. 

Well, they all are perplexed about Wolfie's presence…

I am still wearing that cloak he gave me.

I feel like this helps. 

You know since it looks legit. 

It makes it look like I somewhat belong there. 

Now what exactly they think of me matters not. 

Whether it be a customer or a high-quality slave. 

In such a way we arrive before a beautifully engraved door. 

Ah, nice!

Seems my trip here wasn't a waste. 

Now, shall we have some fun?