Though he was middle-aged and had suffered the indignity of unemployment, the Dark King Rayleigh had managed to become an honorable coating mechanic thanks to his skills.
But coating work on the island wasn't available every day.
Whenever Rayleigh had nothing to do, his hands started itching. And when they itched, he wanted to gamble.
Unfortunately, Rayleigh's gambling skills were nowhere near as impressive as his strength.
Shakky, who ran a bar, supported him without complaint.
But you know how it is: when people gain something, they often lose something else...
To take back control and turn the tables,
Rayleigh resolved to use his many talents to start a side business.
Given the unique customs of the Sabaody Archipelago, it didn't take long for Rayleigh to set his sights on the most profitable business around: the slave trade.
But Rayleigh had no intention of becoming a slaver.
An experience he'd had once before, when he couldn't pay off his gambling debts and sold himself to settle them, had given him an idea.
He planned to disguise himself as a slave and sell himself, pocket a hefty sum, then find a chance to escape from his buyer—and make off with another windfall in the process...
"This plan is absolutely flawless."
Rayleigh chuckled as he pulled a flask from his coat and took a swig.
Those fat, wealthy slave buyers didn't stand a chance of keeping him. Even if a Celestial Dragon took a fancy to an unremarkable middle-aged man like him, he could just find a chance to escape before the deal was finalized...
Convinced he'd found a way to make money, Rayleigh leisurely searched Sabaody Park for the fat sheep he wanted.
Who would have thought that the cheerful, peaceful-looking amusement park was also a lawless zone where human traffickers