I’m the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 59

In the arena, there were individuals collectively known as the Trash Trio.

Totojen, who took pleasure in the corruption of the innocent.
Bansook, who enjoyed torturing those with strong mental fortitude.

And then, the last piece of trash.

“Hmm, so they say you three are quite close?”
“Yes, yes.”

A handsome man with brown eyes and honey-colored hair grown long to his waist looked at Ottugi with a friendly smile, prompting Ottugi to nod repeatedly, sweating profusely.

“However, that… the male slave is currently on loan to Lord Totojen for about a year…”
“Oh, is that so?”

The man nodded with an inscrutable smile.

“I was rather more interested in the male slave…Hmm.”

He covered the lower half of his face with his palm, his eyes rolling, his hidden lips forming a spine-chillingly elongated smile.

And then there was Angsho, who reveled in sowing discord among people and relishing in the destruction of relationships.

Totojen, Bansook, Angsho.

The three were notorious for prowling various arenas and committing acts befitting their moniker as the Trash Trio. They were called the Trash Brothers not only because they were close, but also because they bore a similar appearance.

Ottugi stole a glance at Angsho and pondered.

‘They look nothing alike?’

There were rumors about Bansook’s looks, and though Ottugi had never seen Totojen’s face, the wrinkled hands and the glimpses of the chin were enough to make an educated guess. However, the man named Angsho in front of him didn’t look anything like an old man, no matter how you looked at him.

‘Is he using black magic to keep his age?’

As if reading Ottugi’s thoughts, Angsho suddenly contorted his face and barked.

“Get out.”
“Wh-what?”
“Out, I said!”
“Yes, right away!”

Ottugi scampered out in alarm, and the attendants scurried out with him. Left alone, Angsho grimaced and placed his hand on his face.

Gurgle.

His face began to melt away like slime.

“Tsk, is it already at the end of its lifespan?”

He irately pulled at the sagging flesh. What fell away was like peeling off a face mask, revealing a much older face underneath.

“Lucky I have a spare.”

The skin on his face was too wrinkled to belong to a young man; it was the side effect of black magic.

Angsho rummaged through his interdimensional bag and pulled out a pristine white mask. He placed it on his face and rubbed gently, and it seamlessly blended into his skin.

In no time, Angsho had restored his smooth, youthful appearance. He then slumped down on the couch, a vile smile creeping onto his face now that he was alone.

“A little sister who depends on her brother. A perfect toy to shatter…”

Angsho tapped his knee with his index finger, then rose from his seat with a pleasant smile.

“I’ll have to have a little talk with Totojen.”

He promptly left the room and headed for Totojen’s quarters.

Meanwhile, a somber atmosphere had settled in Totojen’s quarters.

“So…you’re saying you failed too -..”
“What…! It’s not even started yet, how can it be a failure… Ahhuk..”

Totojen looked at Bansook, who was clutching his waist and groaning, with a heavy heart. This being, once feared as a devil among the slaves, had become pitifully feeble.

‘Age is terrifying.’

He feared his own future degradation.

“Lord Totojen, Lord Angsho is here.”
“Angsho?”

Totojen asked Bansook with a glance if it was okay to let him in since, technically, it was his house, but Bansook was the first guest.

Bansook, Totojen, and Angsho were quite close, so Bansook nodded without hesitation. Soon, Angsho arrived in the living room.

“Good afternoon to all.”
“It’s been a while.”
“Come in.”

Until now, Totojen and Bansook had intended to set aside their concerns about Lian for a moment and enjoy some small talk with a familiar face.

That was until Angsho brought up Lian.

“You too…?”
“Me too? What do you mean?”
“The thing is…”

Angsho’s request to borrow Lian was met with grim faces from Totojen and Bansook as they explained the current predicament.

Of course, they left out the part about their humiliating defeat, conveying that they had tried all sorts of petty tricks to no avail and were now at a loss.

“Hmm, if that’s so, may I join in?”
“You too? But…”
“Hmm..”

Even so, the idea of three people ganging up on a single slave seemed quite unsightly, so they didn’t readily agree. But there was no alternative.

‘I’ve already joined hands with Bansook… so there’s no issue with allying with Angsho.’

Totojen had no qualms about Angsho’s proposition since he had already sought Bansook’s aid. But Bansook felt differently.

‘How can I, after being in such a state, hand him over to Angsho? Absolutely not!’

In truth, Bansook’s opinion was irrelevant. The rights over Lian lay with Totojen. Thus, the decision was made lightly.

“I’m counting on you.”
“The pleasure is mine.”

To drag Lian down to ruin, the three pieces of trash joined hands.

***

‘Why do I seem so popular all of a sudden?’

I rode the elevator with a dazed expression. It hadn’t been long since I met the old man with a frail body, and already a new master had summoned me.

‘Maybe it’s a relief that Iris wasn’t called?’

Regardless of where I got injured or rolled around, I would quickly return to my original state with no real harm done, but it would have been fatal for Iris.

‘Is it a bit better to think I’m being called in her stead?’

As I entertained such frivolous thoughts, the elevator arrived. I passed through the familiar corridor and stood before an unfamiliar door.

“This one should be a bit easier.”

The Rat Beastman had started to give me tips like this, acting friendly. Everything else was fine, but I couldn’t help feeling repulsed by his smell – he didn’t bathe often. I nodded vaguely and approached the door, which the Rat Beastman opened for me.

‘Who could it be today? And what do they intend?’

My encounters have never been pleasant. The frail-hearted zombie fainted at the sight of my organs, and the frail old man clutched his waist as he exited.

‘Come to think of it, I’ve never had a delightful meeting.’

Recalling the consistently poor endings, I moved inside. The corridor connected to the door I entered had an overall dark atmosphere.

Curtains over the windows blocked out most of the light, and only candlesticks on the walls illuminated the hallway. Surprisingly, the candles were bright enough to clearly see the carpet patterns, so there was no trouble moving forward.

“It’s this way.”
“Gasp…!”

I was walking through instinctively when an unfamiliar voice startled me from behind. Turning around, I saw a woman dressed as a maid standing there.

‘When did she appear? Is she some kind of ninja or assassin?’

I shook off the fantasy of a combat maid from my mind and looked where she pointed, noticing a door I hadn’t seen before.

‘It feels like I’m in a fairy tale.’

I approached the door with a sense of bewilderment, and the maid opened it for me.

Click.

“Ah..”

Upon opening the door, a mouth-watering aroma hit me.

“Welcome.”

Beyond the door was a feast laid out on a table and a man I had never seen before waiting for me. The man seated at the head of the table beckoned me inside, and I swallowed dryly as I entered.

“Please feel free to sit wherever you’re comfortable.”

With that invitation, I promptly sat down in front of the enticing food. The man let out a small chuckle and said,

“You must be quite hungry.”
“Not particularly hungry, but… with such delicious food in front of me, an appetite arises!”

The man merely tilted his head at my response.

“Is that so? Then please eat as much as you like.”
“Really? I can?”
“Yes, this table was prepared for you.”
“Thank you!”

‘Must be a nice person!’

I thought to myself and began to serve the delicious food onto my plate, starting my meal.

***

‘Hmm, this is a new type.’

Angsho watched Lian eating and mentally scrambled.

‘He’s been a slave for quite some time, but where does this confidence come from? And who just accepts food from a stranger so readily? How naive can you be?’

Angsho couldn’t even make a scratch on Lian with any of his actions, which allowed for such a careless attitude, but there was no way for him to know this.

‘A naive fool who cares for his sister and understands manners… he’ll be easy to break.’

In Angsho’s mind, a corrupted Lian vividly emerged, turning cold toward his sister and eventually betraying and killing her.

What a grandiose dream.