Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

[You have been injected with an "overdose of hormone drug," receiving a 30min "Frenzy" buff.]

[Frenzy: During the buff duration, you gain a 5-point strength bonus, a 3-point endurance bonus, lasting 30 minutes.

After the time ends, you will fall into a weakened state, all attributes will decrease by 70%, and the maximum health value will drop by 40%, lasting for 10 days.

This effect can be reduced to removal by treatment methods such as spells/divine arts/magic potions/death rebirth, etc.]

"To be honest, I really like the scene design of this game; it's like I've truly run into that scum again..." Sister Astate took a deep breath.

"Not going to say something about remembering history? You'll become the first Undead to bully the natives… Oh, wait, you already did that last night," Kael responded indifferently.

"I prefer to do the talking with my Nail Head Hammer." Sister Astate, with bloodshot eyes, sneered and pushed open the car door, heading straight towards a sizable Slave Trading House nearby.

...

"The weather's pretty good today!"

At the entrance of Talent Slave Trading House on Joy Street, a Barbarian guard, adjusting his loose trousers, stepped out of the Trading House.

He had just climbed out of a rocking bed, looked up at the sky, and silently cursed the Trading House owner who used company goods as payment.

Damn it, if he could keep his pants on, he would definitely look for a better-paying job instead of enjoying such 'benefits' at the Talent Trading House. Chapter Explore:

As a guard, the work hours were long and tedious, and it was no big deal if nothing happened. But if there was a one in ten thousand chance something did go wrong, it was usually a huge problem that he couldn't handle.

As far as this Barbarian guard was concerned, with long working hours and short rest periods, not even holidays, the one upside probably was that the Talent Trading House owner's supply channels were quite special, and the slaves were far fiercer when they resisted than those from other Trading Houses...

The Barbarian guard quite liked this feistiness and savagery; when he got physical, he was less concerned about repercussions.

It wasn't like when he worked at other Trading Houses, where people were over-cautious, and one could get in trouble for scolding or hitting.

On the other hand, here at the Talent Slave Trading House, he could get tougher with resistance. The owner was ruthless himself and allowed the guards to discipline the slaves well, to make them cry and beg more... This made it hard for him to refuse.

"Damn it, who the hell pays their employees with such things!" the Barbarian cursed, his expression becoming stern as he pulled up his trousers.

A nearby Human warrior guard rolled his eyes, recalling last night's gossip, and said to the Barbarian:

"Aowei, did you hear about that Elf situation yesterday? The Talent boss really knows how to play; I was dumbfounded when I heard the supervisor talk about it."

The Barbarian named Aowei rolled his eyes in annoyance and said, "You mean that Half-Elf who was displayed in the shop window a few days ago? What's so surprising about that? You haven't seen much."

"Hmm? Wasn't it an Elf? I heard she tried hard to not end up in the backyard with those prostitutes, putting in a good effort during the daylight in that display window."

"Hah, she merely has the same pointed ears and stubborn nature that resemble an Elf, nothing more. You know what kind of man the boss is; if he actually got his hands on a real Elf, he would be bragging from one end of Joy Street to the other."

"Yeah... you're right. If it wasn't for lacking the power, they wouldn't have to sneak around doing that."

Aowei's eyes widened in rage as he bellowed, "What's all this nonsense? Stop talking rubbish."

After intimidating the new guard, he whispered, "You don't know shit. That half-elf was already booked by some big shot from the rising nobility."

"She's stubborn and unmanageable. If she went directly to that big shot's place, it could cause trouble."

"Hmm? What happened, tell me more?" The young guard became interested.

"That woman was trying so hard in the display window a while ago just to avoid ending up like a prostitute, right? The boss let her enjoy a few comfortable days first.

Then, more than a week ago, while she was preparing to rest at night, she was suddenly told that a Big Golden Master was coming specifically for her, and that Big Golden Master had been a noble who saw her when she was previously on display.

You don't know, that night, the backyard almost turned into a scene."

The young guard showed a bit of sympathy and said quietly, "That's just too tragic, isn't it? To hold onto her last shred of dignity, only to lose it because she fought to keep it... that's just..."

The barbarian Aowei snorted, "The noble on that day was the one who had booked the half-elf with the boss."

The young guard was startled and suddenly felt cold sweat trickle down, his voice stammering a bit, "And the second Big Golden Master who chose her after that..."

"That Big Golden Master used something strange, unnoticeable, heard that the half-elf was saved from trying to seek death."

"Hiss, the Big Golden Master who came after and got into a dispute with the other Big Golden Masters over the half-elf..."

"It was all an act, having his own guard use some magic to pose as a new Big Golden Master. Then, when the half-elf was about to despair, he showed up to take her time for that evening. Maybe because he was the first client, she at least didn't make more of a fuss, tsk tsk..."

"..."

"When the Big Golden Master came for the fourth time, he casually mentioned to the boss that he was considering buying the half-elf and taking her back. Ha ha, wasn't the expression on the Big Golden Master's face much more satisfied after he left that night?

Right, instead of facing dozens or hundreds of men in the future, it's better to serve one person wholeheartedly. That idiot must've thought so! Whether the visitors were actually Big Golden Masters, it was still up to the boss to decide."

"..."

"Believe it or not, once that wealthy rising noble lord comes out later, that half-elf will obediently follow the noble lord back to his residence, contract-free.

Then, as long as he's a little nice to the half-elf, in the future she'll likely do anything for the noble lord. Our boss Talent calls this 'taming'~"

"... This, this, is dark, seriously fucking dark! Are they even human?"

Barbarian Aowei, as if reminded of something, said with a sigh, "Hey, kiddo, welcome to Joy Street, where it's heaven for the rich and hell for the enslaved. If you can't stand to see this, you'd better leave as soon as possible."

"But haven't you been hanging around Joy Street too?" The young man felt underestimated, his voice rising slightly.

"This is my fifth year in Joy Street, I can't get out anymore, kid." Aowei spoke indifferently.

Just then, he noticed someone approaching the direction of the Talent Slave Trading House.

"Perk up, lad, we've got a visitor." Aowei pounded the young man's shoulder hard, signaling him to stop slacking off and start working properly.