Trafficked: Reborn Heir's Revenge
Chapter 73: Mission of the Forgotten Star

Chapter 73: Mission of the Forgotten Star

> “Rescue the Fallen Star: A child of the Twilight Kin has been captured by Hollowed Dream Cultists. Save her before her mind is devoured.”

>

> (Reward: ???)

> Risk Level: Moderate*

> Client: A222

Oliver could not believe what he was seeing. The questions he had were at least a million.

Immediately, he ran back to the counter.

"Hey, excuse me. I have a question. What exactly is that?" He pointed to the mission on the board.

The nymph glanced at it. "Oh, sometimes the clients who give missions leave behind their information. Just in case—You know, maybe to rouse pity, I think."

No! That wasn’t it.

It was the fact that he couldn’t believe what he had just seen.

Oliver walked back to the mission board, a faint realization beginning to dawn on him.

The missions on the board weren’t just from the people of the Dreamland—some came from the waking world.

Then again, at this point, he was on the verge of believing that there was no difference between the two.

This mission was given by A222.

Oliver *knew* that name. It was the numbered designation the slave masters had given her. In the future he came from, that letter-number combination had become infamous.

Oliver had already been thinking about how he could someday rope in someone like her—someone with such a bright future as a Wrapped.

And now, here it was. Right before his eyes.

An opportunity.

Oliver wasn’t sure if the people who submitted missions to the board did so consciously or unconsciously.

But he was sure of one thing: there was a problem. And if there was a problem, then maybe—just maybe—it was possible for him to help solve it.

Or at the very least... get close to her.

The A222 he remembered from the future was known to be cold, silent, and emotionless. A living weapon.

In fact, there were many who claimed they had never even heard her speak. Others said she was simply incredibly shy.

Oliver remembered the rumor: that she had been promised freedom by the slave masters, if she reached a certain level of power.

For that dream, she gave her all—even losing an arm in the process, just to grow stronger.

Freedom?

What a load of dogshit.

The Somara Empire would never grant a slave their freedom.

Most especially not someone as good—no, as profitable—as she was.

She was a walking treasure vault. A cash cow spilling milk.

Oliver remembered when they finally unwrapped her.

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Her greatness and glory—stripped from her like meat from bone.

Left an empty husk of her former self.

And just like many other Unwrapped who came before her, unable to handle the weight of what she had become, her mind shattered.

She died alone—at the edge of a cliff.

All by her own hand.

Oliver sighed softly.

He too had thought of suicide back then. Many times, the thought had taken root.

But he’d been too much of a coward to go through with it.

Too much of a coward to do anything... until that one faithful day when he took the leap.

Now?

Now he could change it all.

Oliver touched the board to draw out more details on the mission. This was important—especially because there was no listed reward.

Now that was weird. Regardless, he had to do it.

But If A222 was here, did that mean that he could also find other people's nightmares here? If he could, then he would not mind reaching out to them when could. What's more, Oliver could also see new missions appear on the board from time to time. Simply out of curiosity, he waited a bit before the Mission Board longer than he expected, watching the flickering images on the papers shift in slow, repeating motions.

'Shit! this is not working'.

Most of the missions were typical—kill this, find that, escort him, protect her.

Some were even darker. Unstable. The pictures twitched, warped, or tried to crawl off the paper.

But still nothing.

And then he stepped closer to the far end of the board—and that was when he saw it.

A mission near the very edge. Almost faded, like it didn’t want to be found.

> “Echoes Beneath the Shackles”**

> Client: Chapter 444.

The image was blurry. A cage. Shadows moving around a kneeling figure.

Oliver stared at it. Wait! Chapter 444? is that not... Garron

He shook his head. No.

Even if it was Garron. He didn’t make it in the last life. He wasn’t special—he was just… a commoner. A sharp fighter, maybe. But still a commoner.

While it seemed that Oliver was a bit classist, weren't all of them in this world? Even commoners were classist to themselves.

Oliver turned his eyes away. Not now, not important.

He had already made up his mind.

The mission involving A222—“Rescue the Fallen Star”—was far more urgent. Far more delicate. The trauma that birthed that mission… it was practically screaming for him to come.

Oliver remembered that even though she was half human and half Dark elf, she had royal blood. The kind elves either revered or tried to erase. And the fact that she was only fourteen made the entire ordeal more foul.

He turned from the board and made his way back to the counter.

“I need access to the store,” he said.

The Nymph blinked at him once—her shimmering fins flickering through the air like she was swimming in invisible waters. She waved her hand, and immediately, a transparent panel appeared in front of him.

Dozens of floating items shimmered into existence.

Elixirs. Scrolls. Armor. Trinkets. Weapons.

Oliver scrolled through, his eyes scanning each glowing item with care.

\[Moonflower Elixir]

>Restores clarity. Temporarily shields mind from Dream corruption.

>Price: 1 Silver

> “Plucked from petals only found in still-screaming dreams.”

\[Dream Thread Gauntlets]

>Allows the manipulation of dream-anchored constructs (chains, barriers, illusions). Duration: 10 minutes*

>Price: 3 Silver

> “Let your hands remember what your soul has forgotten.”

>\[Mirror of Identity]

>A one-time use artifact. Reveals a corrupted being’s true self.

>Price: 5 Silver, 2 Dream Tokens

> Only works if they are on the edge of breaking.”

>\[Map Fragment: Hollowed Vault]

>Reveals partial layout of the Hollowed Dream Cultist stronghold.

>Price: 1 Silver, 30 Bronze

>“Written in the blood of the last vessel.”

These were the ones he selected from the ever long list. Oliver had not personally encountered these items before. But he had experinece of his old life, coupled with the gift that he had from Accra that could influence his knowledge even in dreams, he knew that he had picked the right thing. He picked them all. No hesi

He was going in prepared. At least, he hoped he was. Oh, he really hoped he was.

Once the purchases were complete and the items safely stored within his pouch, Oliver turned back toward the Mission Board.

The paper with A222’s name pulsed faintly.

“Here goes nothing,” he muttered.

He reached out.

Ripped the paper in two.

The world around him shattered like glass—and he vanished.