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The Chronicle of the Dungeon Master of Slaughter – A Reclusive Beautiful Girl Became a Dungeon Master, So She Pursues the Path of a Hikikomori – Chapter 47

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟕: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐄𝐥𝐟

“What on earth is this person. . .”

I was feeling indescribable as I looked at the sleeping face of my new master, who asked weird questions and then fell asleep without even snoring.

Even when I see her defenseless figure, I don’t feel like doing anything.

I was told I’d be “crushed” if I did anything.

Being “crushed” is very painful.

My previous master was a fu*king dastard. . .a pervert, and he “crushed” me many times while saying things like “this tightens up well!” or “cry more!” so I know it very well.

I took the time to heal each time with recovery magic, but the fear of being crushed again, even after being healed, is a trauma for me.

But, whether I should be grateful or not, even with a beautiful woman sleeping close by, I’m shrinking instead of getting excited.

I want to believe that I didn’t become impotent. . .but, as someone who had his manhood crushed many times, I’m afraid I can’t deny that possibility.

If that’s the case, I will never forgive the pervert who turned me into this.

. . .Well, even if I say I won’t forgive him, I’m powerless, so I can’t do anything.

By the way, I wonder what’s happening to that pervert now?

It would be nice if he dropped dead somewhere.

Even though he was a fu*king dastard, he was called the strongest adventurer in this town, so I guess it’s impossible. . .

“. . .”

I take another look at my current master.

I think she’s very beautiful.

But, I also think she’s a strange person.

At first, I thought I was going to be attacked, but for some reason, she asked me about common knowledge that anyone would know, and then she went to sleep at her own pace.

Whether she’s sleeping or awake, her expression doesn’t change at all and it’s scary.

Her voice is inorganic, and it’s scary not knowing what she’s thinking.

Even so, I want to believe she’s better than that pervert. . .

I don’t know what’s going to happen next.

My life has been full of misfortunes so far, so I hope I’ll be rewarded soon.

“Haa. . .”

Remembering my past, I let out a small sigh.

It was good when I was a child.

I had a father and a mother.

We were poor, and my mother was weak, but we were still able to live a somewhat happy life, and in fact, I was happy.

But, when I was still about 3 or 4 years old, my mother died of a disease, and from there, misfortunes continued.

My father, who was an adventurer, lost a hand and a leg in a failed quest.

At that time, he used the last of his money to buy a magic book, and he made me learn magic.

Looking back, I think he did that so that I could survive on my own after he died.

After that, suddenly a Demon Lord appeared or something, and the village where we lived was destroyed by a horde of monsters.

There weren’t many people I was close to in the first place, so I wasn’t that shocked when my hometown was destroyed.

But because of that, we lost our home, and my father and I started a journey to escape from the Demon Lord and stay away from danger.

But even if we escaped from the Demon Lord, there were many other dangers.

When I went with my father to his work to level up, we were attacked by bandits, and my father was killed.

And then, I was kidnapped by the bandits and sold as a slave.

I was so full of hatred, anger, and fear that I was almost mad.

And then, as a slave, I was bought by a pervert and messed up.

I hated him as much as the bandits, but I couldn’t resist because of the slave mark, and the difference in power was too great, so I couldn’t fight back and just endured the pain and discomfort.

It was truly hell until the pervert said he was “bored” and put me up for sale again.

And then, the person who bought me as a slave again is my current master.

I think she’s a strange person.

I also think she’s a creepy person.

But, that’s still much better than what I’ve been through so far.

I pray to the Goddess that where this new master leads me will not be a worse hell than before.

Well, the Goddess has never helped me even once when I prayed, so I can’t expect my prayers to work.

As I was thinking about such things, I started to feel drowsy.

Perhaps because of the fatigue so far, and the nervous tension from wondering what this new master would do to me, I felt sleepy even though it was still daytime.

She told me to wake her if anything happened, so I have to stay awake, but the place I was sitting was a bed, and before I knew it, I lost consciousness.

🔹𝕬𝖜𝖊𝖇𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘.𝖈𝖔𝖒 ― 𝕴𝖓𝖉u𝖑𝖌𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 “𝖉𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘” 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖝𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖆𝖉𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆p𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘🔹

And when I woke up.

There was my master, shaking my shoulder, in front of me.

She was wearing the mask she had put on before entering the inn.

“We’re leaving.”

With an emotionless voice, the master said that, and ━━the next moment, my vision was covered in darkness.


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  1. Looks like this poor slave’s got a survival streak going for at least the next 10 chapters.

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