Trafficked: Reborn Heir's Revenge
Chapter 75: B000 lecture On Dungeons And Contracts

Chapter 75: B000 lecture On Dungeons And Contracts

When Oliver opened his eyes, he was met with the obviously angry face of the Skull, enlarged before him.

><"You stupid... stupid boy. Did I not warn you not to attempt the next Night Trial? Oh heavens... why are you just so stupid? All I did was look the other way for a bit—of course, I was distracted by boobies, but that is beside the point. YOU did it. You actually went and did it."

As it ranted, Oliver slowly stood to his feet. His head felt like he had rammed it straight into a boulder. Yet, it rang like a bell. Even just rising up was a chore.

However, he managed to do it, albeit with much difficulty.

He sat upright. "Huuuh... please can you tone it down with the nagging? It's not like I died or something."

> "Died! Did you just say die? What is the difference between your current state and dying? You fool! To think that you would actually attempt a Night Trial on Identity even before you were ready."

It rushed forward and slammed into Oliver's head.

Ouch!

"Hey! What was that for?" Even though Oliver said this, he too was secretly worried about his condition. What happened to him within the Night Trial was something he had never experienced before. The fact that he could see and talk felt like a miracle—and a privilege that he had been taking for granted since the day of his birth.

Just the memory of that place—no—the feeling of it, sent shivers down his spine. It was nothing like the first Night Trial, and gave him a similar feeling to that time he had not slept early and suffered his family members eating his body.

He tried to compose his still-racing heart as he patted down his body for either a missing limb or the like. It would seem he was kicked out from the Night Trial as a result of the time limit. Thank heavens it did when it did.

Fortunately, all seemed very fine to him. If all was fine, then what was the Skull nagging him about?

><"Check it! Check your current stats."

The Skull looked at him like it was going to eat him in the next minute—or at least give him another nod. He did not need that, so he did it.

He willed, and his stats opened up before him.

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\[Name]: ???

\[Species]: Human

\[Title]: Slave of the Seal | Heir of Vengeance | Hero of the Sand

\[Bloodline]: Blood of Asmodeus (Demon Deity: Grade: ???)

Bloodline Class: Deity (Extinct)

Bloodline Purity: 100%

Status: Bloodline Integration (9%)

Blood Rank: Blood Warrior Rank 1

\[Core Stats]

(Ranked from E - A)

* Strength: E

* Aether: E

* Speed: E+

* Mental Endurance: A+ (Across all ranks)

* Perception: C (Tied to growing connection with Nightmare Realm)

* Aether Sensitivity: D

*(Note: Core rank is determined by Blood rank)*

\[Contract Holder(s)]

/Accra the Fallen Duke/

Contract Rank(s): A

(Contract Requirements)

*Present S-rank Contract within a year*

Status: Bound (Unfulfilled)

Contract Gift: Access to demon knowledge, can request minor aid.

Price: (Accra is Frustrated) Dreams invaded with whispers of ancient rage

/Jik and Omo/ (Soldiers of the Somara Empire)

Contract Rank(s): E

(Contract Requirements)

*Present wins in the Pits*

Contracts Held: 2/20 Contracts

\[Bloodline Abilities (Passive and Active)]

* Blood Absorption \[Passive]: Converts absorbed blood into energy. \[Level 1]

* Nightmare Veil \[Active]: Temporarily shrouds in illusionary red mist.

* Nightmare Gifter: Gift people nightmares. Damage incurred by nightmare affects person physically and can sometimes lead to death. (Depends on mental endurance of enemy)

* Thirst of Vengeance \[Passive]: Stat boost in presence of emotional rage. \[Dormant]

* Blood Sense \[Passive]: Can faintly detect hostile intent through blood resonance.

\[Title Blessing]

*Sand Is Blood as Blood Is Sand*: Can be used once a day on condition that Aether is below 30%

**Dream Trial Adaptation \[Unique]**:

Gain XP and new abilities after every successful Night Trial during sleep.

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[Special Conditions]

* Must sleep 8 hours daily (Nightmare Trials compulsory)

* Trials influence strength growth post-dungeon raids.

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A666 looked intensely at his stats. He could not find what was wrong with them. It was true that a lot of things had improved. And that was a good thing... was it not?

The title he got from the Sand Village had added to his list of titles. He was now Rank 1 Blood Warrior. His Core Stats were mostly E—but that was because he had attained a new Bloodline rank. Just like the last time, once he maxed out A+ on all his stats and finished the Phase 2 Night Trial, he would enter the next Blood Rank.

Of course, his Perception had increased—meaning that even though he had lost in the Night Trial, it wasn't all bad news.

His contracts with Accra and the soldiers were still there—a constant reminder that even he had debts to pay. However, beyond that, he did not see what else was wrong.

Because of his increase in Bloodline rank, he could now make up to twenty contracts.

But the Skull suddenly developed a bone arm and smacked him in the face.

><"Are you dumb, or are you just avoiding the obvious?"

A666 was dumbstruck.

"Since when were you able to do that?... Get an arm."

><"Forget about that, shithead. Check your name."

It was only now that A666 looked properly and understood that there was a problem.

Before the tag that was his name, there was: ???

A666 shook his head. "But that’s not right. My name is..." He paused. "My name is..."

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A sudden realization dawned on him—his brows creased.

"I... I can’t remember my name."

><The Skull sighed heavily. "You have lost your identity to the Night Trial."

A666 wanted to chuckle at the thought. Those words sounded ridiculous.

But the fact that he could not remember his own name was evidence of this.

"Even if I can’t remember my name, you can. All you have to do is just tell it to me."

><The Skull shook its big head. "Unfortunately, it doesn’t work like that. I am your bloodline will. If you do not know your own name, how can I?"**

Oliver stood to his feet. Now there was a real problem. He looked around.

There—at the counter—was that same nymph. Immediately, he rushed to her.

"Erm... you... you ID’d me not long ago. I need you to check my—"

"Hello there..." she interrupted him, "Are you here to register for the Nightmare Guild?"

"Register? What do you mean? I’m already registered."

"Oh... you are? In that case, please place your hand over this." She placed the orb in front of him.

But the moment he touched it, a large warning icon appeared in red, and then came a blaring alarm.

A bad feeling rose in his heart.

The nymph backed off in fear. She screamed. "It’s... it's a nightmare beast. A nightmare beast entered the Guild!"

Instantly, there was panic in the Guild. People stepped back, and before A666 could comprehend what was going on, there were guards in armor with shard weapons pointed at him.

"Nightmare beast, you are surrounded... stand down!"

The most senior officer—a man with three eyes—pointed his spear at A666, while the others held up mini cannons (guns), all of which pulsed with Aether, ready to blast off.

Oliver looked around him. In the eyes of these people, he could actually see that they considered him a Nightmare Beast.

The senior officer signaled with his eyes to another, and that guard stepped forward cautiously toward A666 with thick bronze cuffs inscribed with Dream Runes.

><"We have to get out of here. If they put those on you, then it’s over. You will not be able to return to the Waking World. And definitely not solve your identity crisis."

A666 looked around. He needed to find a way out.

But he was totally surrounded.

He even searched for any weakness in the tightening ring of guards. Then he glanced upward—and there it was: the timer in red.

[Time Remaining: 2 Minutes 00 Seconds.]

Only two more minutes until he would be kicked out of the Dream Realm.

He turned to the skull on his shoulder. "Well, that’s a good thing, right? Just two more minutes, and I’ll be back in the waking world."

The skull immediately smacked him on the head again.

><"Have you forgotten how this works, dumbass? If you leave now, the next time you fall asleep, you’ll wake up right here—the same place you left. But by then, you won’t be dealing with just a handful of guards—you’ll be facing an entire battalion."

A666 cursed beneath his breath. The skull was right. He didn’t have the luxury of waiting it out.

The guard with the cuffs continued to approach.

Without hesitation, A666 moved. He lunged forward, grabbing the guard by the neck and lifting him off the ground. His voice came low and sharp.

"Everyone back off!"

As he did this, his Perception flared. Aether no one could see or notice surged through his body, and suddenly the world became clearer. With his increase in Bloodline rank, his range of his perception, now expanded to nearly a hundred meters. It painted an escape route in his mind’s eye.

He saw it—an exit at the back of the counter where the nymphs were.

Still holding the gasping guard, A666 turned and dove backward through the counter behind him. Nymphs screamed, scattering in panic.

The senior officer didn’t hesitate.

"Open fire!"

Mini-cannons burst with blinding Aetherlight.

A666 hit the ground running, crashing through the back doors and bolting into the Dream-Sand streets. His heart pounded, his body groaned, and the sensation of dozens of tracking eyes behind him nearly crushed his soul.

People screamed and scattered from his path as he tore through the narrow alleys and curved lanes. All around, Guards were beginning to mobilize.

He needed to get out of here, but he knew nowhere in the dream realm. With the things he had experienced, he knew that the outside world was a dangerous place. Meaning that—at least—for now, he needed a place to hide.

Then, through the blurring chaos, he saw it—a familiar sign.

Merchant Shop - Home of wonders, Curses and Deals.

He didn’t hesitate. A666 barreled into the shop, meeting eyes with the man with an incredibly straight moustache, dressed in a literal giant sock.

The moment the merchant saw him, he gasped. "A nightmare beast!"

"Wait! Wait... its me... It’s me. Remember? I traded you my Bottomless-Bloody Desert Scorpions." A666 quickly showed the necklace he'd been given the last time.

The merchant’s eyes lit up with greedy recognition. With his peculiar accent, he gave an exaggerated nod.

"Ah! So it is my esteemed customer. Forgive me, I did not recognize you there. So tell me, what can I get you today? I have rare skills, tools, forbidden—"

"I need to hide," A666 cut him off sharply.

The merchant gave a slow, knowing look.

"That’ll be ten silver coins."

A666 blinked. "Ten? Are you mad? That’s highway robbery."

The merchant shrugged. "That's too bad. Price just went up. Twenty Silver coins."

A666 gritted his teeth. "You’ve got to be kidding me—"

Outside, the guards’ voices echoed closer.

The merchant raised a hand again. "Forty."

A666 wanted to throw up in frustration.

But before he could argue, the merchant suddenly gave a loud, fake scream.

"NIGHTMARE BEAST! I THINK IT'S In HERE!"

"What are you doing?!" A666 hissed.

But the merchant turned to him with a calm smile. "Price now one hundred coins. I heard the dungeons are quite windy this time of the year."

A666 groaned, shoving a handful of coins into the merchant’s greedy hands.

"Here! One hundred silver coins. You happy now?"

The merchant beamed. "Ecstatic."

In an instant, he flipped a hidden latch and pulled A666 into a secret compartment, just as the shop’s front burst open.

Dream guards flooded in. "We heard a scream this way."

The merchant raised his hands, smiling innocently. "Ah, officers. Just in time. Please, Tell me. Does this sock make me look fat? Oh What a Nightmare. I must look like a Nightmare beast." he gave an exaggerated sigh, and slumped on the floor dramatically.

Without hesitation, the guards hissed and left.

The shop fell silent again.

A666 exhaled slowly, still crouched in the dark, hidden behind the merchant’s walls. To think that he would go back to the same merchant he had thought he would teach a lesson for scamming him.

And he was just scammed again.

The Time showed 00:00 And he was pulled out of the Dream Realm.

A666 woke up to discover that he was no longer in the Box of Blessings.

"A night in the Box of Blessings and the Centaurs had nightmares for an entire week. But look at you." Garron pointed at him as he passed over a bowl of water. "You managed to sleep through it like a baby."

A666 frowned, "I have always been a deep sleeper."

"Apparently, you can even sleep your troubles away." Garron signaled with his eyes. Oliver looked up, and then he saw them. The other slaves were gathering again—yet another lecture.

But everyone looked at him like he was this abnormal entity in their midst. This was most especially true for the centaurs that had suffered the Box of Blessings before.

Today's long boring lecture was not taken by Roderick. He seemed to have been too busy with other matters. Instead, the Wrapped slave in armor that had been introduced before was the one in charge. He was known as B000.

Today's topic was one that was easier on the Ears. It was about Contracts, and Dungeons.

B000 began.

Firstly, the Origin of Dungeons and Contracts are intertwined. One could almost never separate them. And it was very old history.

They were rumors that the Dungeons were formed as a result of King Solomon—driving the Demons back into a corner and sealing them in the dungeons.

While others say that the beasts of the dungeons used to run wild and free for thousands of years, and retired to the dungeons as a result of the weakened aether in the air.

B000 stated that to the best of the knowledge he had access to, both things were true.

The Ancestors of the world that managed to stand against the beasts of hold were the ones that had it bad, but as a result of the Weakened aether, Demons created the dungeons. And when their war with King Solomon the wise broke out, Demons were driven back into the dungeons.

As it stands, dungeons were considered their own worlds. And this was not in exaggeration. Firstly, they were many dungeons with their own eco systems. They were so independent of existence that some existed within the empire and could not be pressured by the Great Immovable Sentry—a Relic that protected the empire.

Dungeons were ranked A—D in terms of layers 'within' the dungeons. And in some rare instances, there were dungeons that had S rank dungeons. Dungeons provided nearly everything. From shards with incredible capabilities to Dungeon beasts that could rain lightening from the sky.

Dungeons also provided all sorts of skills and served as opportunity to improve the abilities of one's bloodline. However, for all its greatness, access was limited. Not because the Somara empire had guards before its entrances, but because that was its nature.

And that brings us to Contracts.