This underground of the “Underground” was a maze.

I knew my cell and the few others I saw from where I was imprisoned a while ago but jeez, this is horrendous.

How many people were here? I can easily imagine a few hundred.

At least they weren’t very bias who to take as a slave, got a very diverse cast here.

Young, old, elf, dwarf, every kind of beast-race and the demis too and everything in-between.

A few of the freed slaves joined me to free others.

Camaraderie comes from everywhere.

To save time I busted through every wall I found, taking the way around would just eat up too much time I didn’t wanna waste.

There was no urgency but I already had enough of this slave plot-line I forced myself into.

Sure hope news of this will get out and spread around.

Wait, these guys don’t even know who I am.

After busting through another wall I stopped and turned around.

There were a few dozen people from every race behind me.

“Slaves- I mean Ex-Slaves. My name is Asher Burell, remember that name well. Tell your friends who freed you, okay?

Also, I think I have done enough for one day. You guys can go on and free the remaining slaves on your own, right? Like every other generic isekai protagonist I am OP but unlike them, I will not buy a cute slave girl/girls but fix this problem with my own hands. Slavery is a bit distasteful in a story, right? Death March and Shield Hero come to mind, got a limited pool of things to choose from that both are isekai and have slavery harem girls. Just because your character is a NICE slave owner doesn’t make it okay. I guess because Japan/East Asians don’t have the same view or connection on slavery as western countries.

Also, I don’t really care for a harem. It's not that I’m against girls or anything, you know what? It wouldn’t even matter if they were girls, I wouldn’t be against traps or twink or just outright bears. The problem for me is just that it does not get the story anywhere. ”

All of the people that were following me had confusion on their faces.

“Okay, I may have lost you guys there.

Let’s move on.

I imagine that most guards are dead. Faye, from what I’ve seen is very efficient when it comes to, uh, dispatching the enemy? Yeah, let’s stick with that.

So, there is not a lot stopping you from freeing the rest, or not. Do what you want.

Anything else?” I asked them as a last thing.

None had anything to say and after just a moment most of them dispersed to do their own thing.

Escape, free more slaves, maybe steal some stuff, everything alright by my standards.

Though one girl was still standing there.

A little blond elf girl, I had a bad feeling about this.

“Mister Burell…,” she began.

No.

“Could I stay with you… maybe…?”

NO.

“If you want I could be your slave… I don’t know anything else…”

NO!

“Shut the fuck up,” I told her to her face.

She was an elf, even though she looked young she was probably older than me.

“Shut THE FUCK UP!” I pointed at her, “you stupid fucking idiot, did you not hear what I just said? Slavery is not OK. Do you get that?”

She was on the verge of crying.

“I would have considered a request to join me and my party but that how you worded that was so fucking stupid,” I paused for a moment to calm down, “what’s your name, girl?”

Wiping away tears she said, “it’s Orithana.”

“Orithana, you’re a stupid little shit but at least your free. Fuck off from my sigh and join the other freed slaves. Goodbye, hope next time we meet you’re smarter.”