I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

[We will not be slaves! We will be the masters of the world.]

This is the famous quote left by Grommash Hellscream.

Although he shouted this line, he later became a slave anyway.

Anyway, I didn’t want to be sold to my fiancée as a slave. Marriage is not much different from becoming a slave, but I didn’t want to meet my fiancée as a slave with a restraint. Anyone would feel the same. Just as a woman puts on makeup before meeting her boyfriend, I also wanted to remove this fucking restraint before meeting my fiancée.

I tried hard to remove the restraint, but it didn’t budge. The restraint itself was sturdy, and the connected chain was strong. The restraint maker must be diligent. I’ll have to beat him up when I go out and beat up the construction guild bastards.

If I had something like a metal skewer, I could somehow remove the restraint.

Just then, I saw a slave trader passing by my cage.

“Hey, you! Or should I say, master!”

The slave trader turned his head and looked at me. Look at his face, if he walked on the street, people would say, ‘Hey, that guy is a slave trader.’ Maybe he’s a poor man who has been corrupted because he’s been teased so much for looking like a slave trader. He’s a victim of his environment. But I have no intention of sympathizing with him. No matter what happened in the past, the fact that he has become such a piece of trash is entirely his choice.

“…Hey! Can’t you hear me? Why are you just standing there after I called you?”

“Sorry, I was thinking about something else for a moment…”

“You suddenly get lost in thought after calling me! What the hell!”

“That face… You must have had a hard life… I pity you for that.”

He looked like he was pitying me.

“Huh? What are you talking about? My lover says my face is handsome. And I also think my face is handsome.”

I need to correct myself. He was just a blind bastard. And not only that, but he was a blind bastard with a set of eyes that were completely messed up… What kind of monster would they create if they had a child together?

“You… Make sure to use contraception.”

Before bringing a monster into this world.

“What the hell are you talking about? What’s your business?”

“Well…”

I realized that even if I asked for a metal skewer, they wouldn’t give it to me. It was a fatal miscalculation. Originally, I was going to ask for a metal skewer, use it to remove the restraint, open the door, and escape.

I made a mistake from the beginning… I was worried about what to do, and then I thought of a brilliant idea.

“Can you just put a sword in here?”

“Are you crazy? Why would you give a sword to someone locked up?”

“Then can you remove this restraint?”

“Why remove it if we are the one we did the restrain in the first place?”

“Damn it, this doesn’t work, that doesn’t work, what do you want me to do!”

“This guy is completely crazy.”

“Then let’s settle for a metal skewer.”

“What?”

It was my secret plan. If you keep asking for an impossible task and then later ask for a slightly easier condition, most people will accept it as it is.

What do you think of my strategy? Even Zhuge Liang would cry.

“I’ll see all kinds of crazy people now, I’m leaving. Don’t make a fuss and just stay quiet.”

Zhuge Liang cried and left. He probably cried because he was laughing so hard that tears came out. Zhuge Liang, you bastard, you should experience my situation. Even you wouldn’t have an answer to this.

“Damn, just give me one metal skewer. You’re so stingy.”

What’s so hard about that… I’m not going to stab someone with a metal skewer. I just want to use it to remove the restraint, open the door, and escape. Is it so hard to be kind to people in this world?

At that moment, I heard the sound of a piece of metal falling to the floor.

I looked at the floor, wondering what it was, and saw a blunt, thin metal skewer rolling around in the room I was locked in.

“What the hell?”

“He must have been so bored that he wanted to play with a metal skewer. Tsk tsk…”

It was the slave trader from earlier. He must have mistaken me for a crazy guy who wanted to play with a metal skewer because he was bored.

He gave me a metal skewer just because of that thought… He’s really crazy. If slave traders are an organization that secretly operates in the underworld, it’s crazy to give away a tool that can be used for escape or threats. It seems that people need to study. If he’s as ignorant as that, he won’t be able to do his job as a slave trader properly.

Moreover, if he knew I was a wizard, he wouldn’t have given me the metal skewer. He must be a low-level slave trader who hasn’t been properly informed. Indeed, the problem is always with the low-level people.

As soon as he left, I inserted the metal skewer into the keyhole of my restraint.

I heard the sound of metal clashing against metal.

I had been harshly taught how to pick locks and remove handcuffs when I was young, so this was like eating cold rice porridge. But cold rice porridge is actually hard to eat. Rice should be hot, not cold.

Clank!

The restraint was removed. Finally, as I removed the shackles and gained freedom, I sympathized with the black slaves who had spent their lives shackled like this.

And I made a decision. I will take revenge on those slave traders who oppress others. They must be punished for daring to imprison Werner, the great wizard, and for the anger of the slaves who have spent their lives in labor.

“Let the wind become a blade.”

The sharp wind cut through the iron bars like tofu.

As I stepped out of the cage, a slave trader on patrol saw me and was startled.

“How did you get out? You were wearing a restraint that seals magic…”

“Blame yourself for not teaching your subordinates properly.”

“Huh?”

“Let the lightning crawl like a snake.”

High-pressure electricity, like a snake, crawled out of my fingertips and wrapped around the slave trader’s body. As the smell of fried chicken spread, other slave traders gathered around.

“What the fuck! Hey, a wizard has escaped! Let’s get him!”

“Don’t kill him! Just break one of his arms or legs!”

“Who the hell let him escape!”

The slave traders rushed towards me in disarray. They must have thought that since Werner is a wizard, he’s not good at close combat. In fact, Werner’s martial arts skills are just a little bit better than his magic skills.

If Werner’s magic skills are like the Schrödinger equation, his martial arts skills are like a quadratic equation.

But that’s Werner’s story…

“Aaah! This bastard is a wizard? What’s with his punch…”

“Damn, my leg! It’s broken, damn it!”

I, who was inside Werner, was not weak enough to be unable to subdue a bunch of thugs who just relied on numbers. Since I was trained from a young age, I could easily handle these kinds of trash.

As I broke one of the slave trader’s arms, he shouted.

“Kyaaa! My arm! My arm!”

After beating them up, a bald man who seemed to be the leader appeared. He was muscular all over, with scars all over his body, indicating that his martial arts skills were not ordinary.

“Kukuku… Your movements are extraordinary. Your martial arts skills are also excellent.”

“Are you the leader here?”

“Yes, if you beat me in a martial arts match, I’ll release all the slaves here.”

“Oh, really?”

The bald man took a bow stance and got into position.

“Before the match, let’s introduce ourselves. I am the one who…”

“Let the wind become a blade.”

The sharp wind blade flew towards the leader and cut him into pieces.

“I never agreed to this in the first place, he’s just talking nonsense.”

I never wanted to have a match with a criminal like a slave trader. I never intended to release them if I won, I was just going to beat them up and release the slaves myself. There are so many stupid people in the world who can’t calculate properly. I don’t know if they became slave traders because they couldn’t calculate properly.

“Boss…! The boss…”

“What the hell do we do now!”

The slave traders started to panic. It’s true that when the leader is captured, the soldiers under him become disorganized.

“Hey, you guys.”

“Is it… us?”

They became a little more polite after seeing my magic. Magic is a great way to teach good manners. It’s wonderful that these uneducated slave traders are speaking politely. If Confucius knew magic, he would have written a magic book instead of the Analects.

“Then, should I call the other slaves in the cage instead of you?”

“What do you want… to do?”

“All of you, get into the cage.”

It’s annoying to watch over them one by one, and if I take my eyes off them, they might take someone else hostage.

“All of us…?”

“Next time, I might just cast a magic spell without saying anything.”

“We’ll go in!”

The remaining slave traders rushed into the cage.

As I saw the slave traders crammed into the narrow cage, I thought.

If I use magic here, it’s like a multi-target attack.

But with my transcendent patience, I suppressed that desire and decided to release the other slaves first.