The dungeon doors opened, and light from outside streamed in.
An elegant servant dressed in black appeared in the doorway.
"Bring that animal over. The chairman wants to see it."
Thus, Oscar the animal had a collar placed around his neck. The servant tugged him along by the chain and dragged him all the way into a magnificently decorated hall.
In the hall, a refined-looking man dressed in aristocratic clothing sat in a chair, a monocle over one eye.
"Chairman, I have brought the animal to you." After speaking, the servant dragged Oscar forward and kicked him hard in the lower back, forcing him to kneel!
The chairman sized Oscar up and said, "You are that unruly Oscar who repeatedly escaped from the Slave Concentration Camp?"
Oscar remained silent, hatred churning deep within his eyes.
In his previous life, someone like this would only have been fit to bow and scrape before him, smiling fawningly.
Just wait. Wait until I get the chance. If I escape to Shrek Academy and become a god, you will be the first one I destroy.
But then a whip lashed across his back. A burning pain spread through Oscar as the servant snarled viciously, "Are you deaf? The chairman asked you a question."
"Yes, I am Oscar," Oscar said in a trembling voice.
"Ah, why?" The chairman of the Slave Merchants Guild removed his monocle and wiped away tears as he demanded sorrowfully, "Why can't you recognize your place? In this world, power and status were divided long ago. Nobles were nobles, commoners were commoners, slaves were slaves. Why can't you accept your fate? Why can't you just obediently be a slave for me, sell for a good price, and continue serving like a beast of burden for your new master?"
His tone made