After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 188 - 56: Helplessness and Rescue

Chapter 188: Chapter 56: Helplessness and Rescue

I didn’t know why, but the cargo hold, which was usually deathly silent, was bustling today... However, this was not something that the slaves locked in the cages should concern themselves with.

The guards who were supposed to be watching over them had already hurried out, but...

That wasn’t something the slaves should concern themselves with.

"..."

Perhaps it was just a new method of torturing and playing with them... These slaves of different races had long known they had no hope of escaping.

Even though... they were all in perfect physical condition.

But it made no difference... *Psychologically, they were broken, left with only numbness and submission. Their only remaining hope was for their future masters to be slightly kinder.*

*Before being captured, everyone had a burning anger and hope in their hearts... But with each whipping, each act of torture, each seemingly possible escape attempt, their spirits had been completely dissipated.*

There was no hope... no hope of escaping at all.

The Forbidden Magic Stone shackles that pierced through their palms were the final chains that broke everyone... Just moving slightly brought waves of pain through the chain embedded in their flesh.

Not to mention forcibly summoning Mana.

*Why did they get captured? Why did they leave their tribes and run off on their own? Why were they enticed by seemingly novel things and fall into a trap? It must have been their fault... They were careless.*

After being tortured, they were repeatedly indoctrinated with such ideas. But wasn’t it true? Why weren’t other members of their race captured, why was it just them? Surely, it was their fault...

*Under such thoughts, the slaves’ hatred toward the Slave Capture Team grew faint, while their self-loathing and remorse intensified. Imagining their grieving families after losing them, they felt it was their fault—it was all their own fault.*

"..."

There was growing anxiety in the cabin... Even being confined to the lowest level, they could still feel the air becoming stifling, but this did not concern the slaves.

The screams coming from the outer cabin grew closer, but... this did not concern the slaves.

Even if the Black Chains Pirate Group were wiped out, what would it matter? Could they really expect to be let out? It would just mean a change of merchant, master, or buyer.

They were merely commodities.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Boom!!!!"

A massive explosion shattered the door, but all the fragments, whether splinters or chunks, turned to ash in the air as the sound reverberated.

The impact did not transmit any heat to the slaves in the cages... though the heat in the air was inevitable, but it quickly settled.

A blinding light shot into the cargo hold used for transporting slaves, forcing them to close their eyes... some did not even bother to move.

"..."

"..."

Yila remained silent, with the glaring light behind him, while the slaves maintained their deathly silence... It seemed like they were responding to Yila’s silence with silence, but that was not the case. Neither side should have been silent.

Once again, Yila felt a profound sense of powerlessness. He had learned that these slaves were being sent to Caligula Auction House... His renewed anger at Caligula made him want to cut that man down.

But he knew that would be pointless...

*Just as Gotham needed Falconie, if he needed to intervene on the side of the Noble Faction, the best method was to force Caligula to compromise... instead of individually negotiating with scattered nobles.*

*Caligula would become very obedient when Yila truly got angry.*

*If he killed Caligula, would the trade in non-human slaves diminish? The answer was no... As long as there was a market, people would take risks, darkness would be born.*

*Destroying the Caligula Auction House meant there would be another auction house as long as Caligula lived, but Caligula would be slightly more restrained... But what if he killed him outright?*

*Then the Slave Capture Team would still exist and continue to thrive, but the sales locations would become more concealed, the transactions would be more covert, and the slaves would be treated even worse... because at that point, the slaves’ condition wouldn’t particularly affect the price.*

But the Slave Capture Team should not exist.

If he wanted to completely abolish the Slave Capture Team, Yila needed to eradicate the entire slave system, then his enemies would be... outside the Demon King Territory and Silver Moon Tree Court, where slaves were known as "citizens"...

The whole world.

"..."

"I’m sorry."

Yila could only say this, just like when he rescued unsold slaves in the empire, uttering words destined to receive no response. "I’m late."

The crackling of the wood in the cabin persisted...

"I am Yila, Yila Elkaras. The person who captured you has been killed by me. Treat all of this as a dream and forget it... Afterwards, I will send you back to your own country."

Yila said this, having rescued countless non-human slaves, he knew what to say: "You can return to your familiar days, back to the mornings of eating breakfast and talking with your parents."

"If you don’t have the courage, or if you find yourself alone... you can stay by my side."

Yila spoke gently, his words seemed to carry a magical vitality, slightly touching the slaves’ already numb and rigid consciousness. It seemed... quite a few of them moved slightly.

"Thud..."

Yila threw a bound human male into the center of the cargo hold, from behind. Some slaves who had adapted to the sunlight recognized the figure with newly unlocked hearts... in fear, quite a few of them shrank back.

Yes, this was the pirate with the cruelest methods... Having performed countless rescues, Yila knew how to save these victims most effectively.

"Say ’Please save me,’ if you want to kill him, if you want to come out..."

"..."

In the silence, a weak voice came from a cage deep inside, it was a Wolf Girl, her voice full of nearly mad hatred. "Please... save me..."

Hatred was a good thing; it was those who remained motionless that were worrying.

"Please save me."

"Please save me..."

"Please... save... me..."

"Please... save me!"

"..."

Thankfully, they all eventually looked up... Using hatred to temporarily cover despair, replacing the hopelessness with the immediate target was quite effective.

Yila felt it was about time and slowly opened all the cages. For each cage he opened, he used a key to remove the Forbidden Magic Stone shackles embedded in their flesh and used gentle flames to help heal the bleeding wounds.

He didn’t use bandages... because he couldn’t stop their urgency. Instead, he placed daggers on the ground, allowing the children to use them; the rest was up to them.

"..."

The sound of flesh echoing, and the hopeless screams from pain were muffled by the cloth in their mouths... This was Yila’s doing, as he didn’t much like hearing screams, regardless of whether the person deserved to die.

The screams of the innocent made him feel heartache.

The screams of the wicked sounded grating.