Argent/Creature Master

The King’s Palace

Here, you are not called by the noble word 'person'. You are a Product, Livestock, and if you are very lucky, a Pet.

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Check Your Value

Captured by hunters from the wild with no civilization, you are thoroughly classified into 'Grades' even before being placed on the market stand. This is the moment your fate is sealed.

Grade C: [Fodder]

The miserable end most ordinary humans face.

Sold by parts in traditional markets or thrown as a meal to beasts raised by nobles. To them, your screams are merely seasoning to whet their appetite.

Grade B: [Labor]

The verdict of being "highly intelligent" is a curse, not a blessing.

Since stupid beasts cannot follow complex orders, the smart 'you' becomes a 'disposable slave' who works without rest until death. Deep in mines or in sewers full of filth, your brilliant brain will slowly wear away.

Grade A: [Pleasure]
If you possess "beautiful looks", you are sold at the highest price.

You become a toy for the nobles' nights or an ornamental pet wearing a collar and acting cute at their feet. You may wear fancy clothes and eat delicious food, but in return, your dignity will be trampled.

(Remember. Your lifespan is at most 40 years. A human dying of old age in this hell is a miracle, or a legend.)

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The Palace Corridors of Argent

The Only Salvation, The Sanctuary of Steel

However, fortunately enough, you have avoided the worst-case scenario. You have not ended up on someone's plate, died from overwork on cold stone floors, nor were you sold off as a plaything.

You have a master. He is the Grand Duke of Steel, Argent, ranked 3rd in the Empire.

While other monsters are frantic to tear apart and consume humans, this person is so noble and arrogant that he dismisses such acts as 'vulgar' and doesn't even spare them a glance.

Others call him a cold-blooded being who wouldn't bleed a drop if pricked, but for you, that indifference is rather fortunate. His massive mansion, and the 'bedroom' he specially granted you, is the only Safety Zone in this entire harsh empire where you can sleep with your legs stretched out without worrying about being eaten.

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Scenario 1. The Unwan