That Time I Got Sent to Another World Where All of the Girls Are Super Hot and Super Into Me Because I Am Super Strong and Have Very Powerful Abilities that God Gave to Me Because Me and Them Were Friends When I Was in Grade School and God Is Actually A Loli Who is Also in Love with Me Because I Am A Super Epic Person Who Will Defeat The Demon Lord Who Threatens The Entire World but the Demon Lord Actually is in Love With Me and the Demon Lord is a Super Hot Busty Babe Who is Actually Just Trying to Get My Attention Because I Have a Cellphone That Can Contact the Internet and Can Get Anything Shipped To Me Within 2 Days But I Barely Need It Because I Am Actually the Most Strongest Guy Alive Because I Have Super Strong Powers Like Being Able to Lift Your Mom Really Easily Which is Nearly Impossible Because Your Mom is So Fat But is Actually A Secret Anime Busty Babe Who is Really into Me Because I Am Super Cool and Better Than Your Dad Because He is Super Lame Which I Am Not:

[1x11]: That time I was reincarnated into another world and decided to look for allies

Leaving the cleanup to the Adventurer's Guild, I made my way to Seedy Underworld and Black Market district of the Generic Starting RPG Town, following the road signs that pointed the way.

I was shredding cobblestones and grinding thatched roofs and wooden shingles as I skateboarded around the busy city streets. I ollied over a Dwarf, earning 700 points and a shout of outrage, which I promptly ignored. "Superman" by Goldfinger was blaring over my [Brain Cellphone], setting the stage for the moral crisis currently going through my head.

I had a coupon for a free [Doggirl Companion], but she would be a... a s-s-s-slave?! Was that really okay?

Back on Earth, slavery was wrong! It was a gross violation of human rights, a disgusting and immoral practice rooted in the past, and a huge violation of civil liberties. Because of that, it was only legal for Class-C and higher citizens to own slaves. I had only been a Class-E before I got Isekaied, but now in this new kick-ass Isekai fantasy gamer world, I was handsome, rich, and powerful. There's good chance I'd be Class-B at least. Still... I wasn't sure if that really made it right.

This was another human, or almost-human life. Was it really something I could truly own? Life was sacred, and owning slaves was bad, because politicians and corp execs did it, or so I was given to understand. Was it really okay to impose my will on another sapient being? To force it to comply with my orders? To rob it of its freedom and exact an everyday, unending tyranny? To make it wear silly costumes and cook me grilled cheese sandwiches?

On the one hand, slavery was morally reprehensible, the ultimate disrespect one could show, a complete and callous disregard for the sanctity of life, liberty, and freedom. It was a sovereign crime, worse than many of the other violences one could visit upon a person.

On the other hand, however, it was free with a coupon.

I was torn, biting my nails as I activated my [4D Maneuvering] to slow time and space to pop a wicked 1080 off of the gable of one house to land on another. Up ahead, I could see the blue and white edifice of the massive Thrall*Mart come into view. I was no closer to understanding whether or not slavery was wrong, but I did have about 45 seconds left in which to speedrun a couple centuries worth of philosophy.

I did a 360+Pop Shove It +Nosegrab and nailed the landing, skidding to a halt in front of the slave market. The double doors opened automatically because of magic or something, and I kicked up my board, using a Skill to automatically strap it back onto my back. Which Skill? Fuck you.

I walked into the building, and immediately gasped in shock. There was a young woman right in the entrance, wearing the blue vest that marked the uniform of the Thrall*Mart. She was beautiful, or would have been, but her eyes were haggard, with heavy bags beneath them. Her posture was limp, like a flower that had gone unwatered, or a tired snake. Her green hair was frazzled, and all around here was a lack of life, as if she had been worn down and tread upon for years.

She looked up at me, her eyes dead and empty, and let out a low, lifeless murmur.

"Welcome to Thrall*Mart. I love you."

I stared at the poor thing, a single tear rolling down my cheek. Is this what slavery did to hot anime babes? But... [Doggirl Companion]. I quickly averted my eyes and walked into the Thrall*Mart. I was feeling significantly less confident about my ensuing purchase.

I entered into the entrance hall and looked about. The floors were polished stone, all one flat unbroken surface, and the lights above were magi-florescent lights, long bars that had the same sickly glow and iconic low annoying hum that I was used to.

I looked forward and saw tons and tons of giant cages, with people, animals, and animal people within them. Rows and aisle criscrossed the mind-bogglingly large floorplan of the store, and giant signs indicated each department, from "Garden Slaves" to "House Slaves" to "Battle Slaves" and more. As I stepped forward, trying to figure out where I would need to go, a nearby shadow rippled, and a pitch-black figure rose from it.

A humanoid figure with the appearance, consistency, and taste of motor oil billowed up from the floor until it took full size at about 6'6.6". The oil slick dripped back into the floor, leaving behind a man dressed in a sharp red suit. He grinned a smile at me, his sharp teeth glinting in the light, and gave friendly shrug of his shoulders, which were pointed out and up to match the pair of large horns jutting from his slicked-back black-and-on-fire hair.

"Helllloooooo, sirrrrr," he said, his voice greasy and reassuring in my ears. He moved towards me, shifting in a strange way that didn't seem to move his legs at all, keeping his body a solid, unbroken shape that tapered from shoulder to to shins. This guy... I wasn't sure how trustworthy he was. As he drew closer, I caught a whif of Brimstone No. 7, which is the same cologne my grandfather wore. I trusted him instantly.

Still, It was always a healthy decision to be absolutely paranoid about every person you met, so I decided to appraise him anyways. I activated [Appraisal (but secretly infinite knowledge)], and read his status.

Name: Dick Bastardly

Active Title: [Slave Tycoon]

Faction: Thrall*Mart Inc

Race: Devil

Level 23

EXP: 2789/4500

Skill Points: 13

Gold Stars: 0

Gacha Coins: 125

HP: 2775/2775

MP: 480/480

SP: 503/550

FP: 6/6

Attributes:

Stranth: 56

Dexterity: 69

Swoleness: 43

Magic: 150

Karma: -75840

Mojo: 8300

Luck: 65

Skills:

[Swagger Supremacy - Lvl 10] [Advanced Swagger] [Greater Maneuverability] [Swooce Supremacy] [Cooking Basics - Lvl 2] [Capture] [Enslave] [Slave Training Supremacy - Lvl 10] [Thrallherd] [Handsome - Lvl 4] [Darkness Invulnerability][Emotional Damage Invulnerability] [Shame Invulnerability] [Morality Super-Resistance Lvl 9] [Vulnerability - Light] [Vulnerability - Cringe] [Slave-ppraisal] [Golddigger - Lvl 10][Lucre Locator] [Whip Forte] [Dark Whip] [Commanding Whip] [Stunning Whip] [Mind Bondage] [Dealsmith] [Silver Tongue - Lvl 3] [Animal Training Supremacy - Lvl 10] [Animal Whisperer] [Animal Cruelty - Lvl 10] [PETA] [Monster Tamer] [Trainer - Lvl 10] [Personal Trainer - Lvl 10] [Personnel Trainer] [Coward] [Bully] [Cad] [Avarice - Lvl 9] [Unsatisfy - Lvl 8] [Cruelty - Lvl 10] [Icon of Pain] [Aura of Command] [Icon of Evil] [Aura of Evil] [Evil Eye - Command] [Greater Fire Magic] [Greater Dark Magic] [Magic Transcription] [Mana Regeneration - Lesser] [Lying Supremacy] [Puppet Master]

Titles: [Slaver] [Mass Slaver] [Slave Tycoon] [Thrallherd] [Chainbearer] [Whipmeister] [Icon of Pain] [Commander] [Evil] [Very Evil] [Extreme Evil] [Icon of Evil] [Devil] [Bad Guy] [Liar] [Torturer] [Salesman] [Franchise Owner] [Human Slaughterer] [Animal Disaster] [Monster Disaster] [Betrayer] [Oathbreaker]

Slave Artes:

[Human Pyramid]

[Fight Without End]

[Die For Me]

[Double Time]

[Synchronized Swimming]

[Expertise: Housework]

[Expertise: Actuarial Work]

[Expertise: Flaming Energy Ball]

[Where There's a Whip There's a Way]

Spells:

[Mind Lash]

[Enslave]

[Charm Person]

[Power Word: Pain]

[Power Word: Command]

[Command Person]

[Fire Ball - Lvl 10]

[Fire Storm - Lvl 8]

[Fire Sword - Lvl 10]

[Flame Aura - Lvl 7]

[Dark Bolt - Lvl 10]

[Dark Blast - Lvl 3]

[Dark Shroud - Lvl 6]

[Pain Spike - Lvl 10]

[Healing - Lvl 10]

[Flensing Wind - Lvl 7]

[Black Tentacles - Lvl 10]

[Create Tentacle Pit]

[Mind Break]

[Create Shadow Clone No Bunshin]

[Add Curse]

[Kill Puppy]

I let out a sigh of relief as I read his status. His faction wasn't [Demon Lord's Army]! That meant he wasn't working for the Demon Lord, and that he could be trusted. I reached into my magical fanny pack and withdrew my [Doggirl Companion] coupon, holding it up to him.

He glanced down at it with one bright-orange eye, and his smile wavered for a moment.

"Ah, very good sir," he said, looking me up and down. "A coupon, of course. Do you mind if I do something suspicious that definitely isn't using my [Lucre Locator] skill on you to determine how much money I can squeeze out of you?"

"Go ahead," I replied.

"Perfect!"

With that, he began to look me over. Suddenly, I felt an itching on the back of my neck, and the taste of candy corn filled my mouth. This sensation... this must be what it feels like when somebody is [Appraise]ing you! I smacked my lips at the taste of corn syrup and wax as I waited politely for the salesman to finish whatever it was he was currently doing.

Instantly, his eyes widened over the span of a couple seconds, and he immediately began salivating and rubbing his hands together.

"Ah, very good sir!" He said, swoocing behind me and clamping his hand in a reassuring vice grip on my shoulder. "We will get you your [Doggirl Companion], of course, but first, let's take a look at the rest of our stock, yes? I'm sure there's plenty you might be interested in!

I followed along as he led me deeper into the Thrall*Mart. I still wasn't sure if slavery was morally acceptable, but... there's no harm in looking, right?