I sat on a relatively less crowded train car, and as I was waiting for my business partner to arrive at the appointed time I decided to take a light nap.

 That was my, Mitsuji Toshiki's, reincarnation to another world beginning.

 What, what happened here? Where am I?

 The next thing I knew, the scene in front of me was completely different. I was not inside the train that I was sitting in a while ago, this place was unusually dim.

 The good suit I was wearing earlier had now became a dirty brown robe. It was like I’m a beggar from a fantasy world, or comparable to a lower class laborer.

 On the contrary, I think that I myself became smaller. Even touching the area around my mouth didn’t feel like I had a shaven beard. Also the feeling of my skin, it felt like the skin of a young boy that was not rough.

 The scene around me was strange.

 There were rows of naked people standing.

 Wait, they were not humans… No, I should say it’s probably demons, or should it be demi-humans? I don’t know the correct word but they were clearly not someone you will see in modern society, a person that was different from Homo-sapiens exist here.

 A person that was naked will be robbed of their dignity.

 What the hell is this?

 I can’t comprehend the situation completely.

 What I didn’t understand was, “Why does this have to happen to her?”

 As if she was like…

 Is she a slave?

 I stepped back the instant I came to that conclusion.

 “… Excellent…”

 The werecat whispered.

 Who was she? Was she okay? What was she?

 “Yes! Uh, uhm.”

 I looked back, there was a big man huffing and puffing in displeasure.

 While thinking who the hell was he, I was racking my brains on how I could speak to him without sounding unnatural.

 “I’m very sorry, I didn’t understand it well.”

 A single blow. My nose felt intense pain and my eyes were tearing up.

 While sitting up, I looked up at the big man and was shocked.

 This big man was commanding this place.

 He was probably a desert merchant. He looked the part as he was wearing a good quality embroidered robe. However, he doesn’t have an attractive appearance, he rather reminded me of a fierce animal.

 He relentlessly kicked the same spot on my thigh. “What is your response!” as he angrily roared at me.

 Before long, he had had enough and I heard a displeasing voice “… Serves you right”, as he stopped kicking me.

 “Don’t think you can quit. Clean up after this, and now, back away.”

 “… I hear and obey.”

 I was apologizing as I kept my distance.

 I was getting angry but I think I was no match for him.

 It was still humiliating as I sighed inwardly.

 What did myself get into? Was this a dream? I thought about lots of things, but an answer was unlikely to appear.

 Perhaps this was not a dream. If so, where am I?

 Slaves.

 Then it only meant one thing, this world was not the Earth that I know of.

 … Maybe this is just a dream, maybe I am in another world, but I still don’t know what to do.

 I thought so, while rubbing my nose that was in pain.

 That was because I had experience as a Career Consultant, a job I currently have.

 A career consultant was like a business consultant.

 It was a profession that even had a national qualification exam, and I am qualified as a Career Consultant expert.

 So I thought that wouldn’t I just be able to observe the person’s suitability? Howeverー

 This is going to be troublesome when it comes to the slaves of the other world, as I completely don’t know how this world works.

 I gave up.

 In order for that not to happen, it was necessary to acquire the general knowledge of this world as fast as possible.

 I wonder how will I do it? If this was a dream let me wake up quickly, was what I thought.

 “Fucking shit, you were employed as an apprentice because you’re a kid with an Appraisal Skill. But you’re not useful at all.”

 “I’m really sorry. … ?"

 “Why the hell did Lord Kubera, the God of Wealth, grant this shithead an Appraisal Skill? I ain’t using my magic just so you could waste it. ー [Status Open]”

 God of Wealth Kubera.

 [Fantasy Tale]. It was a fantasy RPG that I got a little addicted to, one that boasted worldwide sales as a mobile social game app.

 The moment I had thought of that, I felt that various pieces had made sense in my mind.

 Perhaps I was transported within [Fantasy Tale].

 Ah, now I see. … I mean I don’t know what it’s like to dream, but I’m definitely in [Fantasy Tale].

 I’m convinced. By the way there was a race of Werecats in [Fantasy Tale], that explains the presence of that beastkin girl.

 I can start my life anew.

 I have to get rid of this big man first.

 It seems that big guy, named Mark, will make us work hard.

 While carrying water in the scornful sun, I inwardly cursed.

 There was only one country with the largest population in [Fantasy Tale], the blessed country of Bakaristan.

 A beastkin was selling meats. A dragonkin was buying. There was of course a goblin who was exchanging unknown currencies for gold coins with a smile.

 Simply, the amount of water being carried was unusual. Mark’s shop holds around 30 slaves, assuming each of them drinks two liters a day, it would be around 60 liters.

 This was reasonable up to this point.

 Mark deliberately made me do it. “This is to rectify your cockiness” seems to be his reason.

 There were lots of people busily crowding the Oasis district, while on the contrary, the slum district was rather sparse.

 The stagnant side of [Oasis District]. That was the slum district.

 The location of Mark’s slave shop was in the middle between Oasis district and Slum district (To be precise, in the one big city called [Oasis District] there was an area called Oasis district and there was an area called Slum district, that shop existed at the border between them).

 I thought that the location was exquisite since it was elegant but only people with shady desires seem to like it.

 … Finally, I can see Mark’s shop…

 I stopped my legs, and felt a small amount of relief.

 His reply to me was being glared at by his large eyes. As I heard him snort, I was already prepared to be beaten at once.

 I believed that I leaked out a groan.

 “You don’t have to tell me every little thing, do you understand! Don’t always bother me!”

 Mark’s bellows were a shower of spittle, thus instead of reporting each and every little thing that went on, I slowly but surely decreased the amount of times I had to answer to him. But this asshole would just yell “What the hell do you mean there’s nothing to report?!” and the vicious cycle would continue as normal.

 Anyway, it would be better if I get beaten a few times only, so I will do the job that I deemed that I can do and just simply compile my report. I hope it will be a positive as Mark would get less annoying.

 I was convinced that I need to escape this unfortunate situation.

 My aching body moves at the beat of the whip.

 I had to lightly clean the interior of the tent, cook meals for the slaves, and buy supplies if it was low.

 … Slave of the slaves, I must be one if this is what I’m doing.

 While I was cleaning the tent with a dust cloth on one hand, that self-loathing remark popped into my mind.

 If I could run away I may be able to escape the unreasonable exhibition of violence. I also don’t get any wages due to the mysterious doctrine of “We provide education for being a merchant and offer food and a place to sleep.”

 Unpaid labor, corporal punishment.

 Who would take care of a kid from the slums with an unknown background? Assuming there was a shop somewhere that was in need of hired help, even if I consider that they will be hiring a personal servant, they will not hire a person with an unknown identity and would probably just buy a slave to employ.

 What I meant to say was, I was not restricted at this moment by the slave crest tattooed at my back, so even if I went against the order of my employer, I would not suffer from intense pain or death.

 Even for a violent merchant like Mark, the biggest reason why the slaves hadn’t ran away yet was because of the said slave crest.

 Speaking of the pain, it can make people go mad with the worst of cases going into shock and dying.

 However, I’m not affected by the slave crest. Seems like the slave contract was not aware it was being interrupted. … This is a really important fact that I’m independent from Mark.

 I was looking for an opportunity to make effective use of this. When the time comes, I will be able to bare my fangs.

 For example, even though I didn’t receive any wages, I was able to save up three gold coins.

 I was able to save up three gold coins in the past 4 months.

 Name: Toshiki Mitsuji

 Level: 6

 Strength : 5

 Magic : 4

 Unique Blessing : Blessing of the God of Wealth

 Special Skill : Analyze Lv. 10

 Why was I not a slave? That was all because of the blessing of the God of Wealth. I carried out a [Search Option : Advance Search] towards the part of the Status Window that shows Blessing of the God of Wealth, and a detailed popup information was as follows.

 [Unique Blessing : Blessing of the God of Wealth]  A Blessing of the God of Wealth Kubera. Support is given to merchant skills.

 Contracts are invalid without consent

 Seems like slave contracts will be rendered useless if the contract was created without my consent

 It seems that I am obliged to be thankful for this fortune. If I had signed a slave contract, there would be nothing that I could do.

 I looked at the other slaves. [Name : Mina Therianthrope (Slave)], [Name : Kane Reptalian (Slave)] was shown on the status window and the word slave was clearly visible.

 I felt uncomfortable about myself for having a slave crest on my back but not being a slave myself.

 This is a problem, if Mark use his Analyze Skill on me, does that mean that he would discover that I am not a slave? It should be so, but…

 That was my biggest concern, but somehow Mark’s Analyze Skill and my Analyze skill were “The things that are seen are different…”

 The skill and skill level was something called the special skill and specialty information of that person.

 But Mark doesn’t see what was the person’s skill or how high the skill level was, and so on unlike me.

 This is all thanks to Appraisal Option. Whether or not I can fiddle with this, this would make a huge difference.

 [Unique Skill : Appraisal Option]  You can set options when using Analyze Skill.

 Display Age : ON

 Display Status Values : ON

 Display Trust Meter: ON

 Advance Search : ON

 This blessing called Appraisal Option was apparently the so-called Config Window.

 I do not know yet what all of these options are, but in any case, knowing all information on [Name], [Age], [Lv.], [Status values (Strength, Vitality, etc.)], [Blessing/Skill], [Trust Meter], and [Mental Chart] was quite a big advantage.

 On the other hand.

 There was a slave with a skill and a slave without one, but because their status values were the same it was inferred that they would be sold at the same price.

 Therefore, I have far more information available than Mark.

 Mark’s Analyze Skill was Lv. 2, far lower than my Analyze Skill Lv. 10.

 As I devised a plan on how to entrap Mark in my head, a snickering smile appeared on me.

 Ah, I’m so tired today…

 It was evening.

 Certainly, Mark’s shop was right in the middle of the Oasis district and Slums district, so it was necessary to be vigilant for any attacks or the like.

 That was why Mark had been cautious by making the slaves guard the area.

 Fundamentally, it was slaves with good physique that were responsible for guard duty, but for some reason I was also assigned for guard duty.

 I could say I was rather grateful for it.

 That’s why I couldn’t sleep soundly all the while and would wake up in the middle of the night.

 While I was warming myself at the bonfire, I was drinking a cup of hot water that I boiled, and spent my time idly watching the stars (Of course I was being vigilant of my surroundings); in a sense, I was comfortable.

 …. Now then, I should think about it – how to break down my current situation…

 I suddenly looked towards the merchant’s tent where Mark was currently sleeping. I have never been inside that tent, but I know that there are lots of valuables in there.

 And then, I would re-register the business permit under my name, and rewrite the owner’s name on the numerous slave contracts. If I could do that, would I be able to overtake the shop?

 While I could forcibly rewrite the owner’s name, it was no more than simple robbery.

 I’m certain he won’t.

 I think it would be an impossible mission to strip him of his management rights, it seems easier to just run away from Mark alone.

 If I was suffering from sickness such as a cold or fever, he naturally wouldn’t let me take a day off. I had no salary, so I can’t buy any medicine, and would have possibly died if he beat me when my body was weak.

 Even if it wasn’t that terrible, what the hell with getting a second chance in life only to live a life of a slave.

 Should I run away? Or should I take over the business?

 Either way, I would first need the general knowledge of this world. I must definitely stock up on knowledgeー

 “Uhm, are you ok?”

 “Huh?”

 A voice came out as I was deep in thought.

 She was a girl from the Werecat beastkin, and she was a slave the same as I (actually I am different).

 Age : 15 years old

 HP : 21 MP : 6

 Agility : 9

 Vitality : 4

 Special Skill : Spearmanship Lv. 3

 Special Skill : Body Strengthening Lv. 1

 Despite the fact that there were some information that I saw (in particular she had Spearmanship Lv. 3, a unique blessing called shrine maiden of dreams, among other things), she was merely just one of the slaves of Mark.

 And the current shift of night guard duty was being handled by me and Mina.

 “What’s wrong, Mina.”

 “Uhm, are your injuries alright? You have been rubbing your stomach today while working.”

 “Ah, there’s no problem. It’s already been four months… Oh well, I have already gotten used to it."

 She seemed to be closely watching my actions, perhaps she saw me rubbing my stomach while cleaning the tent.

 Four months, that means it has been four months since I came to this world.

 In exchange, I decided to ask another particular thing I wanted to hear.

 “Hey, about that thing four months ago. That time when I made a blunder in the selection process. Do you still remember?”

 “Eh, yes. I still remember it.”

 “That time Mina, didn’t you murmur something like “finally”? What was the meaning behind that word?”

 That’s right, during that time, she certainly murmured “… Excellent…” towards me. What in the world was the real meaning behind that word?

 I can’t wait to get to the bottom of this, so I have to ask first and ascertain the other side’s response.

 “It is a secret.”

 For some reason she showed a mysterious smile, Iーー I couldn’t read her at all. However the Analyze Skillーーーーーー was reading her state of mind accurately.

 When I heard she say those words, I felt I could become a Lord, but I couldn’t understand the sentiment behind her words.

 “There’s more to it, milord.”

 “What? Why are you calling me a Lord?"

 “If you are considering freeing yourself from Mark, should I help you?”

 “Eh…?”

 “Because I’m a seer.”

 So you admit you’re a seer was what I thought, but her tone was certainly serious, therefore I can’t take her words as a joke.

 “So, what do you think?”

 Showing a friendly smile, Mina approached me just a little, she looked liked a child when they were up to make some mischief.