The tall warden began to distribute the bowls to the prisoners, sliding them inside the cells directly underneath the slaves. Of course, the slaves were stuck to the walls by chains and couldn't even move the slightest, but that didn't seem like a problem to him.

He continued handing the filled bowls, ignoring the groans and moans of the prisoners. From the four built in the room only three cells were occupied by slaves, each cell meant to hold four at once. Three prisoners were stored on the cell to his right while two were on his left. Once he finished handing out the bowls to the first two he made his way over to the last one.

"Ohh..." His eye caught that of the prisoner in between Isaiah and Porridge. He retrieved a two-foot-long stick from his back and proceeded to prod the man's body. "Dead eh?"

"What was that?" The commanding warden grunted

"Ah, Herr Guts, this man here is dead..." The young warden replied

"I see, I see..." Guts grabbed the stick off the jailer and prodded the lifeless body of the man without care, then he shook his head, "Nothing to do then, I'll give the report, for now, feed them."

"Ja!"

As he distributed the bowls for Isaiah and Porridge, his eyes met that of Isaiah's. The young slave's smile caused the soldier to pause, his calm demeanor made him rather unnerved.

'Did they catch a crazy?' He wondered as his face showed visible signs of disgust before returning to his duties.

***

The warden disappeared from his view and Isaiah felt very annoyed. The way that the warden looked at him and that the bowl was placed under him even though he was held back by chains made him very irritated.

'Okay I am hungry, how do I eat? Slurp them up?'

He watched his bowl, it was a thick-looking soup of some strange brown liquid with a few strange, colorful objects floating around. Its very sight made him hesitant to partake in the meal.

'Curry? That... That looks gross, I might just pass up on that for now, maybe better food will com-' His stomach began to growl, 'I... Fuck it, fine, that'll do for now... Ugh, I can already taste that...'

As he watched his meal, he saw something come out of the shadows underneath him, it slowly made its way over his food.

'Wait...'

But as he watched the creature slowly make its way to his food, he heard a loud thack coming from behind, followed by chains moving at a rapid pace. His body was suddenly dropped to the ground without warning, his face splashing the soup and its contents, some of it having entered his mouth.

It wasn't the only thing to have entered his mouth, Isaiah felt something squirming about inside and he immediately realized what it was, he could feel its slick skin gashing about his teeth.

'No!'

He opened his mouth in horror, but the creature did not leave, instead, it got deeper, it touched parts of his inner tongue that he closed his mouth in reflex, crushing the poor creature underneath his mouth. The bitter, sour taste that followed after was the worst thing that ever touched his buds. He managed to throw away much of the thing but the taste lingered on, like some kind of bitter glue. He vomited everything in the bowl as a tear fell from his cheek

Horrible as it may be, there was one silver lining amidst all this unsavory chaos.

*Ping!

[You have leveled up]

This was quickly followed up by his status page opening up.

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Name: Isaiah Peter Dragovitch
Level: 14

HP 34/34 MP 208/208

STR - 17
AGI - 15
INT - 52
ATR - 2

Talents (Passive Skill)
[INT Boost II]
[Holy Blessings I]
[Taming I]
Abilities (Active Skill)
[Manipulation]
[Electric]
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'Wait what?'

A smile crossed his face as he scanned his status page the numbers had been refreshed and his mana was full, but his eyes froze upon seeing how rapidly his MP was being drained,

MP 87/108

'So leveling up does refresh my stat, no wait, ahh escape, escape!'

As those thoughts formed in his mind, one thing caught his attention,

[(Abilities) Electric]

'Time to test them.'

“Lightning...”

...

Schaff had been guarding the slaves for almost twelve years, yet he still hadn't figured out what the soup was that they were feeding them. Not that he wanted to figure out, as he was sure it was far more terrible than the rum served in the cheap taverns. 'That said...' His eyes turned to the lifeless body of a slave that the other soldier was stuffing in a bag, 'Schiese, I wanted to buy that man, would make a good dowry and get my daughter a great husband. Shame that I have to go look for someone else then.'

He picked on his nose as he absently stared at the body when a blue flash made him look to his side. To his surprise, the metallic bars were blown away striking the empty cell on the other side as smoke hissed around the room,

"Huh?"

...

Lightning streaked around his whole body with such rage that it caused the metals inside to shake. The heat produced was enough to burn much of the chains, disabling their magic-sucking abilities while also making them weak enough for Isaiah to escape. Yet despite the fatal abilities of the electricity, Isaiah was unharmed, with nary a tingle in his body. His eyes sparkled as he examined his body which was surrounded by electricity swimming about.

"Hooo, ohh! Ahh." Isaiah belatedly realized the two shocked wardens looking at him, and quickly his elated expression evaporated.

The three stared at each other for a while, as if they were surprised to see each other before one of the wardens quickly took out a baton-like weapon, Isaiah raised his fist to meet the man but took a step back when Schaff took out his sword.

"That's not fair."

"Call... Call for backup." Schaff held his sword with shaking hands, though he had been warden for 12 years he had never once used the sword he was given as not one slave had ever managed to break free from the prison, it was already rusting and chipped like a toothed saw "Go!"

"Sir?" The young warden hesitated in moving away prompting Schaff to push him out in anger,

"Go!"

The other dropped his stuff and went running for the door, but before he could escape the room Isaiah instinctively stretched his hand out,

"Wait dont!"

As if responding to his request, a strong force left his hand like some mighty gush of wind, striking the warden from behind before slamming himself to the door. In one hit the man was knocked out, leaving Schaff dazed from being hit as collateral.

"What..." He gasped as he lowered his stance in fear, "Shit."

Isaiah was just as surprised as he was, he had never seen wind magic in his status page yet somehow he was able to conjure up wind out of nowhere.

'Wind?' He asked himself, 'It's definitely wind there... But...'

He examined his hand as things began to connect in his head,

'Could it be?'

Schaff, seizing the opportunity, quickly leapt for Isaiah taking him down to the ground and swinging his sword.

"Die!"

"No!"

Isaiah moved his hand over to Schaff and at the instant he thought of it the sword from Schaff's hand was yanked violently out of his hands. The action must have painfully stretched his tendons as Schaff fell to the ground writhing in pain,

"Aaaaah!" He slammed his right hand to the floor below, "You... You bastard,"

"Ahaha..." Isaiah looked at his hands, "This... This is my cheat skill,"

'I... I don't have wind magic, does this mean that manipulation is being able to control things?'

"Interesting... Very interesting."

"Agh, hey... Hey Isaiah... Free me?"

"Oh... Right, right, wait."

Isaiah aimed his hand at Porridge causing the man to panic,

"No, no, no! Not that! You idiot you want me to die?"

"Ohh... No, no, ahh... Just..."

"No, no, no, no... Get that hand off me! I don't want to be blown away from this place!"

"Look... Ah," Isaiah pointed his palm at Porridge and closed it...

"Heee!" The old man closed his eyes,

Crrrk.

The chains behind his back cracked like biscuits...

"Eeh?"

Soon the chains fell off his wrist...

"Huh..."

Isaiah returned his attention to the bars in front, and with a swipe of his hand, the metallic rods began to bend, creating enough space for him to easily move through. This was a feat impossible for a guy with his physique, but with his magic, it was as easy as squeezing foam.

"That..." Isaiah felt his head shake when he bent the bars, that said, it returned to normal after a while... "I should be careful."

"You! You!" Schaff crawled towards the other warden's unconscious body and took out the man's sword, "Come near... Me... I swear you come near. Eeek!"

With a simple swipe, the sword from Schaff's hand was thrown away and the man's face instantly turned to that of fear,

"Please, wait... Mercy, mercy!"

"Wait... What's going on?" Some of the slaves looked up after hearing all the commotion, "Is there an escapee."

Isaiah looked around and saw the faces of the other slaves in their cages,

"Oi you, let us out!"
"Yeah free us!"
"Let us beat those son'o bitches!"

The slaves, seeing their captors suddenly brought to their knees began to heckle with delight as they urged Isaiah to free them, some speaking in languages he had never heard of...

"Aah, right." Isaiah proceeded to make his way onto one when suddenly,

"Wawawawawawawait!" Schaff pleaded to Isaiah, "We can talk this through."

Schaff wasn't going to be the first warden in the mansion's history to allow a slave to escape, but as he was in no position to decide he would rather let one or two escape quietly than have the entire mansion be up in flames. Hence why he decided to bargain.

"Why would I?" Isaiah asked as he pointed at the mark on his shoulder,

"There... There is no need for you to free them all! If... If you do... If you do then things will become chaotic, why not just escape by yourself? I can help you out... I can bring you outside, as long as you promise me that you will not kill me..."

"LIES!"
"Kill that man!"
"Rip his ear out!"
"No! Rip his ear out then kill him!"

"SHUT... No, no, wait..." Schaff smiled awkwardly at Isaiah, "I can help you escape, yes, no need to free all..."

"Young man..." Porridge placed his hand on Isaiah's shoulder, "Those people will chase you to the ends of the earth if you escape. You can run far, but you will be caught, mark my words... No one had yet escaped this prison and though you might be the first you certainly will not escape for long."

"..." Schaff began to sweat, "That is lies, there were many!"

"But if we all escape... They will have to chase us all. They may be many, but they wouldn't be able to chase all of us at once."

"No... Please..." Schaff's face melted as he heard Porridge's words, it didn't help that Isaiah quickly agreed. "You don't have to..."

"Oi Schaff..." Suddenly, the metal door opened and another jailer peeked inside, his hands picking on his ears. "What's taking..."

He paused and blinked twice... There, the man saw two of his mates on the floor, and two scantily clad men in front of them.

"Escape! ESCAP." Before the man could produce any more sound, Isaiah knocked him out with a swipe,

"Shit... Looks like that's it..."

"Ahaha, ahahahah!" Schaff began to laugh like a maniac, "You will never escape!"

"Right." Porridge nodded as he began to search his body,

"Oi, you, what are you..."

Porridge fished out a ring of keys and began to open the cages. His face went pale the moment he saw the slaves freed from their shackles and move out of their cages. One in particular was a man whose body was chiseled to perfection, only mired by a few scratches and clinks.

The slave proceeded in front of Schaff,

"Remember this?" He showed him the scar on his neck, "You caused this,"

"Hehehe... We... We can work things out."

Smack!

Schaff was instantly knocked unconscious by a single punch,

"Woo... That was an overdue and interest to boot."

“So how do we get out?” One of the prisoners asked but his question was answered by another.

"Let's just leave, no need to-"

"No!" He was interrupted by a woman, "We need to free the others. As the old man said, even if we escaped, the number of people chasing us would be too much... Instead, let's make the hunter chase more rabbits."

"I agree, there are plenty more others just like us around the castle, if we let them all escape, it can cause a massive riot which should allow us to flee during the commotion and avoid capture for some time. But what about those guys?"

"We can leave them here..." Isaiah replied while taking Schaff's sword, "They're all down already."

As the slaves were getting ready, they then heard the sound of footsteps making their way towards their room,

"Looks like they are here, let's get going..." The muscular man began stretching his muscles while the other prepared themselves.

"What's going on!" Another warden, fully armed took a look at the open door but was met with a ball of fire that blew him away...

"Hell yeah!" The slave beat his chest before enveloping his arms with fire, "Time to die!"

***

Many men were sitting around the wooden benches inside a large room, torches from the sides provided plenty of light as they gathered at a table where two men played a chess-like board game.

The air was tense, but was quickly broken when the second player made his move,

"Woah..."
"Unbelievable,"
"That was possible?"

Gasp of surprise came from his side as the winner stretched his arms out throughout the whole table,

"I win!" The thinner man grinned widely as he greedily took the other's money away from him

The loser got angry, unable to accept his defeat, "You monkey bastard, you're cheating again!"

"Ohh... Did a monkey just beat you then? Ahahahaha!"

But then, the fun atmosphere changed when a sweaty, half-naked warden crashed into the room trying to catch his breath. All eyes were on him as he gasped air to speak,

"Help! Help! They have..." Suddenly, a spear struck through his chest and as he fell to the ground, scantily clad men and women flowed into the room. One in particular, a tall bald man made mostly out of muscles, proceeded to the front towering over many of the jailers.

Before they could move, he pointed at their captors and with a loud bellowing voice declared, "Kill the dogs!"

"Uraaaaa!" At that instant, the slaves charged towards the jailers who were caught unprepared.

The ones closest to them were instantly killed without a fight, their weapons quickly used against their comrades who were also swiftly shot down. Some fought back, but without their equipment, the lack of organization made it difficult to mount an effective defense. Thus it wasn't long before all had been beaten, with some meeting their end in a gruesome manner.

A slave fell to the ground after the warden stabbed him while another charged, but the warden deflected his knife, striking him down with haste.

"Where did all these people come from!"

“Hold the line, hold the line you bastards!”

A few wardens managed to arrive quickly to reinforce them but their numbers were far too few and the slaves, despite being unarmed, were easily gaining ground against their former captors,