‘Where did he go?’

Ujicha, chief warrior of the Garung tribe, couldn’t help but feel flustered. He had lost sight of the slave trader. Could the man have escaped? But would he really have run away, leaving behind the elves that he had paid so much money to purchase and even his own wife?

More importantly, if the merchant really had run away, just when had he found an opening to do so? Ujicha had been looking right at him, never once turning his gaze away.

In fact, he had blinked a few times. As he was only human, Ujicha definitely couldn’t go without blinking.

It was precisely during that blink of an eye. That span of time was long enough for Eugene to accelerate away from his position.

Bam!

A kick from outside his field of vision slammed into Ujicha’s jaw. This blow completely surpassed all of Ujicha’s expectations. Who could have imagined that a lowly slave trader would be able to move like that?

As a result, Ujicha didn’t even manage to let out a cry. The surprise attack was too quick and sharp. With just one blow, Ujicha had lost consciousness. His pupils widened sightlessly as the over two meters tall giant staggered on his feet.

Splat.

Collapsing backward, Ujicha’s bald head fell right in the center of a puddle of vomit. Dajarang, who was still gagging as he found himself unable to shake off the motion sickness, couldn’t help but let out a scream.

“Wh-wh-what!”

Without even wiping away the vomit that was staining his mouth, Dajarang jumped backward. At least, he tried to jump backward. As someone who had been overweight for most of his life, his overworked knees were unable to execute the sudden ‘leap!’ command.

In the end, Dajarang wasn’t able to back off as far as he had intended. After only having taken a couple of steps, the churning that this movement set off within his bloated body once again set off his urge to vomit.

“Uwaaaargh….”

Dajarang vomited all over the unconscious Ujicha’s face. Eugene had seen all sorts of messy and terrible things during his previous life, but his face still distorted in an honest look of disgust at the sight in front of him.

“Fuck, that’s nasty,” Eugene cursed...