Everything was imperfect from the beginning.
Yes, it all started the from the moment I hated this game with all my heart.
But...
"She will fetch a decent price, I promise you!"
A man old enough to be my grandfather's age, opened his mouth.
His cold gaze stared down at me no different from a dirt to scramble from his shoes.
"After all, even if she's disabled and crazy, she has a face worth something!"
As I stared at those unfamiliar eyes yet so familiar on me. After all, it was the kind of gaze I have got since when born.
However just because I am familiar with it, didn't mean it hurt any less.
"Right, You worthless mutt?"
I couldn't breathe with countless of eyes on me, as if stripping me naked, my lips started trembling in fear.
Suddenly then.
A white screen appeared right in front of me.
『Ding! Ding!!
Quest: Congratulations you have been chosen to play player:
Two options is giving to you now to answer
1. [NOD YES] → Be sold to the highest bidder as a slave.
2. [NOD NO] → Become a servant in a noble household.
Warning: Any choice is at your risk!』
'...What in the world is this?'
I was going to asked what this floating nonsense on my face was, however the words stuck in my throat, the pressure so forcedfull my lips only tremble with no words out.
"Hey! You mutt you better answer!" The middle age man screamed aggressively as he yanked my hair.
'Ugh!' The sudden pain exploded through my skull, with my hands tied up behind my back; I couldn't even raise my hands to defend myself.
I felt if I didn't answer now, my head would be what ripped apart from my neck along with my hair.
Without much thought I chose what felt weirdly the safest. Option 2!
"Oh my, how lame!" The old man releasing my hair with a disgusting laughter at me nodding no, "Selling her off will be the best option, instead of keeping a useless human working at your residence, My Lord Vistik!"
'Vistik?'
That name.
Such name was familiar.
I raised my hurtful head with lightly speed despite the pain, my vision only to the man seated painfully elegantly on the wooden chair across from me, staring up at a man I had never seen in person but recognized immediately.
The sharp features, cold expression, and that aristocratic aura.
Wait. No way. No way...
"That's for me to decide!" He said, his gaze on me with no even an ounce of recognition, like I wasn't even worth to be a human.
My bodywnt stiff, was it fear? was it shock? if only I could know.
After all I was staring at a character I would only ever seen on my phone screen. A character from that game, so dreadful and lawless where every routine ended in death or worse.
And now, I was sitting in front of Lord Vistik, one of the main strongest noble beastmen not to mess up in the game world.
My face drained of all color.
I'm screwed. No I'm completely, utterly screawed.