The Legends Of Creator Hero
With me, take Nirvana

Rigel lets Leo and Moris take care of the inn while he goes around to do some things. At least, let's just say he's preparing a plan of anticipation, just in case something unexpected happens.

No matter how many times I looked at it, this place wasn't very good at all.

There was only a slave exhibit, as far as the eye could see. Well, it's only natural that this place might be the center of the slave trade. Rigel certainly can't let it go. Although his reputation could be used, he really did not want to rely too much on such a thing.

He needed to do something even more threatening, as a first step toward abolishing slavery. Even if he could not do it directly, at least he had to make people aware, that the degree of every living thing was the same.

"The masked gate over there, can you waste your time by stopping by for a minute?"

The merchant called to him. He was really not interested in visiting any of them, yet he found it as if an instinctive one that was completely incomprehensible asked him to follow the slave merchant.

It was not something bad or detrimental, but it was not good for him to accumulate anger in the chest. Yet foreboding says another, inner contradictions and premonitions occur. Until finally the winner was his premonition and made him come to the slave trader.

"What do you want from me?"

Rigel slightly changed his voice by raising a few octaves and making it sound heavy and rough. Of course he's not obligated to do it, he just wants to do it.

"From what I've noticed, judging by the way you walk, the upright body and watching around from behind the mask, you're obviously an experienced fighter."

It's also great that he has a sharp observation, or indeed he has been eyeing Rigel since the beginning. Well no matter which one it was, he was not interested in it.

"Then, what do you want?"

"If you'd like, would you mind looking at my shop? Not only is it a great weapon that you won't find easily, I also have a great warrior slave who has even become widely famous in this place." He began to wipe his hands like someone who was about to extort money.

If he managed to have a Dwarf, then there was no need to fret about quality weapons. Because in addition to being able to create anything easily and trample the self-esteem of forgers as well as crafters, as long as there was a Dwarf he would always have a good weapon. In addition, building and renovating buildings in the Region quickly was not just a mere drift.

It was not wrong to follow his premonition, as he was quite interested in the combat slaves mentioned earlier.

"Hows it? Are you interested? If so, please follow me..." With a sly looking smile on her lips, she led Rigel away to the place where he was trading.

There are so many kids there. The majority were filled by beautiful female slaves like Elves who had just been found this time. Their gazes looked hollow, as if there was no desire to continue tomorrow. Some look pale sick, can be sure not to have a lot of age if not treated immediately. He certainly can not let it go, but the help given is certainly limited.

"Here, masked Bang. I recommend this child. He had won Fight To End many times and it just so happened that he was following the upcoming fight."

Suspicious~, if the slave does have the ability to win, then there is no reason for him to try to sell it because the profit from Fight To End victory is greater, rather than selling it at a high price. If you think about it, of course there is a hidden purpose of his actions.

Rigel approached the intended slave and found a pair of brothers and sisters. They have two sharp fangs and white cat-like ears and hair that is as smooth as snow, like Rigel. What's different is that their hair color is natural, it doesn't trigger something like an older soul than a body, like Rigel.

The female looked older, it seemed like she was the older brother of the male. He could see clearly that the female Demi-human was a non-combatant, but had great magic in her. Unlike his brother who has a good stature. The age of his brother does not seem to differ much from that of a 14-year-old while that of a mid-20-year-old woman, just like Rigel.

"They were a pair of Demi-human brothers from a rare race that was on the verge of extinction. His younger brother has great fighting ability and has won several championships, he is my beloved slave. In contrast to her useless older sister, it was so sickly that no one was interested in her."

*CLANG!

The younger brother gripped the iron bars furiously, activating the static electricity embedded in the bars. The high-voltage electric shock didn't make him sick, or he was in pain but his anger took away the pain he was experiencing.

"I've been patient enough, all this time. Don't push me to the top of my patience, motherfucker!"

The slave merchant was stunned and looked slightly trembling. Before the slave merchant did anything bad, Rigel chose to act and crouched down, to be on par with the Demi-human gaze of the woman lying weakly. He took the recovery potion from the infentory and threw it at the girl.

"Drink it, if it doesn't improve or lessen your suffering a little, tell me."

The boy looked suspiciously at her and did not believe the slightest bit of kindness Rigel showed him. Surely he thought that there was a certain meaning to Rigel's actions.

"T-master, give a valuable item like a potion to a lowly slave.— That thing..."

The slave merchant felt troubled over something. Rigel did not say anything, he took a step and approached the slave merchant who took one step back. He reached out to the mask, opened it slightly and let his blue eyes shine in the darkness.

"Shut up, trash."

The intense pressure, the aura of intimacy exuded him, making the whole slave on the spot fall in a terrifying horror. The white-haired slave previously appeared to be sweating coldly, only by feeling his aura did he clearly know, the gap between them.

"Well! T-tolo—"

The slave merchant fell with his butt first touching the ground. Shaking with fear in the face of intimacy and the terrible look from Rigel's eyes that look like they should see the disgusting garbage that is too garbage.

He gripped the slave merchant's collar with his left hand that he was trying to hide, making the merchant's gaze parallel to his gaze.

"Argh! Ta-hands that... Wh-wha.... Y-you...!"

Before he could continue his words, Rigel silenced him by hypnotizing him and said: "Shut up and answer my question."

"Good... Whatever your wish is." The slave merchant began to show no resistance and obediently followed Rigel's words.

He took off his grip and began to interrogate him, for the sake of information he needed before making his plans.

"Say your true intentions."

"Yes... I got the bird news that the demon pillars will likely be participating in the upcoming tournament. Although it is not confirmed the truth, there is no harm in keeping watch. Many of the fighters began to form teams to defeat the great enemies who would compete. I realize that you are a new face and from a clear gait that you are not an ordinary person. I'm trying to negotiate for you and my slaves to form a team to increase the demand for victory."

So, it is natural to think that with the amount can increase the chances of winning are high. Still, even with 100 good fighters, their chances of winning from the demon pillars were very small, because the Heroes themselves were quite troubled against them. However, in a battle allowed to kill every opponent, there should be no second position, there should only be one winner standing at the top.

"Did it take second or third place? By forming a team of great people?"

"Yes... Reportedly, the Demon Pillar promised and made a contract with the landlord that he would not kill a single human inside the stadium and arena. Since contracts and promises are absolute to the devil, there is a chance of grabbing a spot other than first place."

"Huh, really bego. He just said not to kill people who are in the arena and stadium, but what if outside the place? He also never said he would not kill a human while in this place. You guys are really naive."

Hearing those words, the fighting boy looked surprised and trembled. The slaves who were traded heard it as well and knew what would happen next. A massacre will take place, with no savior to come.

"No way... If so, we'll still be dead, after the fight is over?"

"Yes." Yeah." Rigel honestly told them the harsh reality they were about to face.

Despair spreads rapidly, like poison in the air, among those who breathe it. Freely they shouted a warning, no benefactor would even listen to a warning from a lowly person like a slave.

"What the fuck! The world is so cruel... After taking away my husband and son and taking my freedom by becoming a slave... What a cruel, god indeed gives fate to the cruel nian."

The human woman who became a slave started crying. Shedding all suffering, sorrow, pain, pain, humiliation, anger, discouragement, and despair out through the clear water that comes out of the eyes, a cry.

Following him, another voice of Despair accompanies, like a god of death playing an orchestra of Despair.

"Ahh, life is really sad. Being a slave for so many years then dying miserably. I hope in the next life my life will be better."

"I think death is much better..."

"Mothers... Help me, mother... I don't want to die!"

"The reality is that no one will help a lowly person like us... Even Heroes would never set foot in the slump and would not lend a hand to a lowly figure like a slave."

He's actually wrong. Evidence is evident that today, right now, Heroes are hearing their grievances, their despair, their hope right in front of them. Hope can be heard clearly, a helping hand will come along with the freedom that awaited.

"Kergh! There's no other choice... You masked over there, let us go! Hurry on!"

The Demi-human fighting boy kept yelling at Rigel to free him. However, he did not get a good response from her.

"For what? When you're free, you won't be able to get out of the guard's custody. Even if you could, you would just end up somewhere until someone finally found you and just end up back as a slave. Just running away there's no way of salvation for you."

Of course he understands clearly. Especially with the condition of his sister being such ailing, it was almost impossible for them to survive out there.

They had to swallow the harsh reality, their life history would be over. Hope is gone, the desire to see tomorrow crumbled to dust. But someone will give you new hope. And that person is her, Amatsumi Rigel.

"Want you don't think a miracle is coming? You're wrong! The magic will always be there. The proof is that I have stood here, hearing your request, your hope, your desire to stay alive. That feeling is what you should be holding on to, don't let that kind of feeling vanish so easily! I will grant all your demands to stay alive and that is why I need your help. Now, let me hear your wishes!"

No one knew who the masked man in front of them was? What's his face like? How could he be so strong and charming? No one knows. They only knew one thing, that right now his figure was the only one willing to lend a hand to them.

"I... L'm... Want to live in peace, where my brother and I can smile..."

The fighting slave boy trembledly called out for hope in his little heart, a true desire of his.

"No matter our race... Regardless of our shortcomings, embracing each other, without any torturous slavery, whether... Heaven is like that... There really?"

Tears began to come out, showing all the pain and suffering that had been endured all this time. Of course you can feel sad, of course you can want to cry, as long as you can get up afterwards then fine.

"There certainly is! I will take you to a place like heaven that you hoped for. Although the reality will be a little different than expected, but such a place is true. With me, let's conquer evil and take nirvana with me!"

His words sounded like a person who had a fantasy for the world he wanted. But different, the words spoken have a strong foundation, the word itself is a force so it will not just disappear. Dropping their hopes and giving him new hope, which makes him their god of salvation.

"I will definitely save you—not just you guys. Except for all the hopeless people in this place, I will set you free. For that matter, it is necessary for me to use you as chess pieces and do the various preparations I need."

Surely they understand that freedom cannot be achieved without effort, without sacrifice, even without blood. Freedom is given only to those who are willing to strive, willing to fight and willing to sacrifice!

"Alright, for my brother's sake I'll obey your wishes. I'm only good at fighting but bad at the brain. Leave all the fighting to me."

"Then say your real name, the name you used in Fight To End and also the name of the older sister there."

The fighter boy who did not look older than Leo stood firm and showed that his strength was real.

"My real name is Garfiel, I used the name Tiger in Fight To End... Then for my sister." He glanced back and looked at the weakly lying girl who was smiling gently.

"My name is Theresia, I'm in a long-standing pain, so I won't be of much use..."

"Of course I have eyes to see... Then for you, Garfiel. Are you from a rare race among the Demi-humans?"

Garfiel's brows rose in shock, not expecting that the man in front of him could figure it out with a single look. Although it was possible that he heard rumors around.

"... Yep. My brother and I are from the Hakurou Race, who are considered to have some connection with the White Tiger Beast's doom."

This was the first time he had heard of something like that. However, for now he had to keep it inside his head.

"One more... Do you know Leo? He used to be a slave who also came from here and happened to be looking for people with rare races like you."

Hearing that, Garfiel was again surprised, very clear from his wide-eyed and stiffened tail.

"Leos... You mean Leo the fox?! Do you know him??"

If so, it is true. Things would have been easier if he had found the figure Leo was looking for.

"I'll explain later... Well then, there's something I want you guys to do, listen carefully..."

Although something beyond estimation like the Demon Pillar was on his chessboard and doing behind-the-scenes activities, so Rigel will prepare some mature plans from behind the scenes and prepare a magnificent stage for himself. Everything in Darkness's Dark Market is heating up, to the point that he doesn't realize that a game has begun behind the scenes.