Slave in the Dungeon

1498 Sea Circle Calendar.

The entire world was in an uproar over the news that Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King, would be executed.

In a dark dungeon in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, a black-haired, dark-eyed youth was bound tightly to a wooden cross with chains.

Footsteps and the scrape of chains dragging across the ground came from outside the dungeon.

Leon's thoughts stirred. He could clearly feel the pain in his body, but he couldn't wake up, as if his soul and body didn't belong together.

Leon was a recent graduate, a wage slave who'd been working hard for half a year. He'd wanted to go out and have some fun for the New Year, but the moment he stepped outside, disaster struck. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself floating on an endless sea. Before he could even struggle, a splitting headache knocked him unconscious.

As Leon floated on the sea, heat poured from his body, turning the surrounding seawater into clouds of white steam. A slave ship passing by spotted the strange sight in the distance, hauled Leon aboard, and sold him to the Celestial Dragons as a rare piece of merchandise.

As time passed in the dungeon, Leon gradually regained control of his body. He also realized why he'd fallen unconscious: something unimaginably huge had come with him when he crossed over.

For reasons unknown, two completely different life-forms had begun to merge inside Leon. The intense stimulus had sent his body into a protective coma...

Leon hung his head, continuously getting used to his new body.

In the dark passage, the Celestial Dragon Roswald rode atop a tall slave who crawled on all fours, leading the group. His two children, Charlos and Sharlia, followed behind him.

"I only wanted to rent that slave called the Pirate King for a few days. Damn Marines, how dare they refuse a great Celestial Dragon!"

Roswald said indignantly.

"Charlos, Sharlia, you must remember this: we Celestial Dragons are the most noble race. The other inferior races are fit only to be our slaves. Understood?"

"Yes, Father!"

Charlos answered stupidly, a slimy strand of snot dangling from his nostril all the way to his mouth. Sharlia carefully held a pug in her arms and scolded the slave to crawl more steadily so he wouldn't dirty her clothes.

Roswald's mood improved in an instant. Sitting cross-legged on the slave's back, he folded his arms and said, "Even though I didn't get the Pirate King, I did buy a special slave at the auction..."

"Charlos, I'm planning to give this slave to you as a present. I'm sure you'll like him..."

"Huh?"

A delighted expression appeared on Charlos's dull face.

"I like..."

"Is it a mermaid, Father?"

"Of course not. What's so great about mermaids!" Roswald waved a hand. "It's a human with a special ability. He might have eaten a Devil Fruit. You'll see him soon."

Hearing it wasn't his beloved mermaid, Charlos looked a little glum. Roswald didn't care in the least. It was normal for children to be ignorant. You got tired of mermaids after playing with them enough.

Only slaves who were powerful pirate captains could really get a person excited.

There was nothing more fun than taming the mighty figures who ruled the seas and turning them into your mount...

The group soon arrived at the dungeon entrance. A guard stepped forward and opened the door, and a damp, rotten stench poured out.

Hearing the door open, Leon, bound to the wooden frame, thought, This is bad. He began trying even harder to regain control of his body.

He had no idea where he'd crossed over to, but given the situation, he couldn't exactly count on a beautiful magical girl showing up to rescue him...

"Damn it!"

"According to the transmigration script, I should be hearing a ding right about now, with a system appearing so I can add some points... How did I end up as the meat on the chopping block?"

The dungeon door creaked open, and Roswald's group entered. Leon was the only slave in the gloomy, shadowy dungeon. A guard in a black suit, his expression cold, hurried forward to make sure Leon was still unconscious and firmly bound to the wooden frame with Sea Prism Stone Chains. He posed no threat to the Celestial Dragons.

At the same time, the guard keenly noticed that the dungeon was much hotter than usual. The source of the heat was the motionless slave before him.

"What kind of ability is this? He's still giving off heat even though he's bound with Sea Prism Stone. Is he some kind of special race...?"

The guard in the black suit wondered to himself, while Roswald was already growing impatient.

"You useless fool! What's taking you so long?"

The guard in the black suit flinched and immediately shouted, "Inspection complete! The area is secure!"

Then he quickly bowed and stepped aside.

Roswald climbed down from his slave mount and eagerly beckoned to Charlos.

"Charlos, come take a look at the slave I picked out especially for you."

Charlos reluctantly stepped forward. The black-haired youth in tattered clothes on the wooden frame looked utterly ordinary—he wasn't even as imposing as the slave carrying him now.