Secret's! [War Of K-M-DGsp-M4221] Locked OSO.0
[B1-36] Sometimes, One Good is Unconsciously Repaid By Him With a Bound of Goodness (7/12)

Nok's square face, which had a fair yellow complexion, was illuminated by the morning sun with his shoulder-length hair as well as blue eyes that were staring intently at Ret as if he was asking her seriously.

Uhh ... Do I look like that, yeah, Ret thought. He was nervous and drank water in a senk glass while turning his face away.

Nok's stature is like a pure villain, making Ret nervous every time she asks him.

Nok smiled broadly. “I'm just kidding, Ret.”

Then without waiting for Ret, he stood up from the desk chair and turned around. Nok walked over while stretching his hands up, and looked back.

“What are you doing there?” asked Nok, stopping his steps. “Let's go to the Fitness Venue! If we quickly finish this, soon we will rest.”

“O,” Ret said, standing up from his chair and running small towards Nok, "o-okay!"

The slaves who had finished breakfast, there was not a single instruction from anyone. “Surprisingly, from earlier I did not meet humans―other than slaves, I mean.”

Ret muttered like that, after walking beside Nok.

“There will be no human besides us, the slaves in this Slave Shelter,” grumbled Nok, rubbed his stomach like he was still hungry, “I have never even seen a human, other than us, , the slave and the slave Market Master a year here.”

Ret was astonished by the situation. “Why? Aren't the people who cooked the dish human?!”

Nok did not answer Ret's question directly. He pursed his lips after seeing something quite far in front of him.

Uh. Here we also have to queue, I guess, Ret thought. He continued to grumble inwardly, while waiting Nok replied.

In front of the two of them, a long line was again visible. However, in contrast to the previous queue that was heading outside the Room and was extremely long, the queue before the two of them was now no more than ten slaves heading towards the silver-colored iron door.

They were all waiting for their turn per group to enter a room.

“This place―Budak― Village or Slave Market itself has been included to the cluster of regions above the Upper Class Resident Area, you know,” explained Nok, set foot in the backmost queue, “Jadi ....”

“Yes. I've heard that!” sahut Ret, nodding in understanding, “I've heard that the Upper Class Residents Region and Cluster Region are located on it there are no human servants― in the Store or other General Services, I mean.”

Nok nodded. “Yapc. Everything has been systemized by YES.”

As he sneered like that, all the slaves around him glanced at him and stared intently at him. Nok only answered all the gazes of the slaves right at him by raising his chin― looked at with a low view of the slaves.

Nok narrowed his eyes. “Hah ...? Do you guys have a problem with me?”

All the surrounding slaves instantly turned their gazes away from Nok.

Seeing the attitude of everyone around him change with just one move of the man in front of him, Ret whispered to him, “Are you the leader in this Slave Shelter, Nok?”

Although he whispered calmly, Ret's words that were still slightly trembling and nervous could not be hidden by him.

“There is no such thing as a leader here,” said Nok, crossing his arms. “Everyone stands with his own strength.”

He stared intently at the next group that entered the Iron Door quite far before him.

Uh, I know they're the ‘Mafia’ for sure, Ret thought. “Very strong, huh.”

“Ng?! What's up, Ret?”

“No―I mean, they must know how strong you are, huh.”

“I'm not a madman who attacks for no reason, Ret.” He patted Ret on the shoulder, then turned back in line. “Just relax―I know which friend; where my opponent.”

Crossing his arms back, Nok waited for the group of slaves that entered the Iron Door and the bombs that came out quietly.

Know buddy; know opponent, huh ... Very good short sentences, Ret thought. He nodded in agreement with Nok's words.

Around Ret, no one dared to attack, nor make a fuss at the Slave― Connectionhe situation was peaceful, though, but like there is no soul in each slave that is noticed Ret― such circumstances make Ret confused and surprised.

Feeling unnatural, Ret asked Nok in front of him, “I feel uncomfortable―what slaves like us, have really lost their future?”

“Ng?” Nok looked back. “The slaves here are all understanding and intelligent, Ret―and no one will want to make a tantrum or fuss in any Slave Shelter. Yeah ... Simply put we are monitored by Him every second, sih.”

Nok glanced at the monitoring cameras that floated and crossed the air, and CCTV attached to every corner of the Dining Room.

The surveillance camera, huh, but, Ret thought, nodding in understanding. “Is there a penalty or something? Why are we so enthusiastic yet look soulless like that―ini is so scary.”

Nok replied, “Basically, anyway, if absent from any of the ‘ daily routine activities’, we, the slaves, will be instantly disabled automatically with an unspecified time.”

“Disabled?!” sahut Ret, dumbfounded. He did not want to remember the situation when he was paralyzed yesterday. “What's just that?”

“Of course not.” Nok shook his head. “Minus in your Credit balance will increase by one.”

Ret had a sour face after hearing Nok's explanation.

Uh. For now, it is better to avoid adding a minus to my Credits, then, Ret thought. He shook his head, then watched the surroundings warily.

“Calm down, Ret,” Saw Ret suddenly warning the surrounding, Nok reminded him, “As long as you don't throw a tantrum, I will definitely protect you.”

A wide grin on Nok, making Ret widen both of his black eyes and calm down again

“Thank you very much, Nok!” sahut Ret, with great zeal. “Do I have to call you ‘Brother’ now?!”

“Forget that! Come,” said Nok, start walking following the group of slaves in front of him, “It's already your turn to enter the Gymnasium.”

At the Iron Door of a Room, the previous group was exiting the Fitness Venue. Then Ret, Nok, and several slaves entered the door that opened.

The sound of the door closing to the side\, *Sraaak!!!* which was deafening until it echoed to all corners of Gymnasium\, after the group of Ret slaves entered it.

Ret is confused, the surrounding slaves including Nok, are doing strange movements, “What should―”

“For now we run 100 rounds first, Ret,” said Nok, cut the word Ret, and immediately run. “Come we warm up!”

Leading in front, Nok ran very fast even though he had previously said about warming up.

No one dared to talk to Ret or mock her. All the slaves ran quietly―which even their footsteps were obliterated.

Only the footsteps of the last one were very noisy and echoed throughout the Gymnasium.

Ret continued to try to chase the slaves in front of her, but she instead made a heavy, noisy stomp of her feet.

How fast these slaves can run, damn it, Ret thought. He gritted his teeth, as he continued to run and tried to chase after the slaves in front of him.

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