Dimensional Supermarket - Chapter 126

Is it dawn?

The goblin wakes to a dazzling light.

He’s still a little dazed, not knowing what’s happening. He stretches out his hand to cover his eyes. When he adjusts to the light, he finally remembers where he is.

He’s found a family willing to take him in and eaten their bread.

He’s arrived at a place like heaven and met someone who seemed like an angel!

However, when the goblin lowers his hand, he’s horrified to find that he’s not in the windowless room at all. He looks around and realizes he’s locked in a cage.

He looks toward the light.

A familiar figure appears in his sight.

The little master has his back to him and is talking to a human not far from the cage.

“He is a runaway slave,” the goblin hears the little master say to the human. “Even if he dies, no one will find out, and no one will pursue it.” The little master continues, “We can stay here through this month, right?”

The human nods at him. “Of course, as long as you bring people on time next month.”

The little master purses his lips and mutters, “We’ve called all the relatives we can call…”

The human says expressionlessly, “That’s not my concern. I don’t care how you do it—every household must deliver one person each month. That was the deal from the start.”

“Then I’ll think of a way,” the little master replies with a headache.

“What are you daring to do!” the goblin grabs the railing and shouts at the little master. “Where is this place? What are you going to do to me!”

The little master glances back at him, a flicker of guilt crossing his face, but he quickly looks away and hurries off.

The goblin can only stand there, shouting again, “What are you going to do to me?!”

The human looks at him. Perhaps finding the frail, emaciated goblin too unsightly, he replies coldly, “Don’t waste your breath. This is underground—no matter how loud you scream, no one will hear, and no one will save you. Don’t worry, you’ll have food and be able to survive.”

The human’s skin is deathly pale, as though he’s lived underground all his life and never seen sunlight.

“Hurry up and bring her here!” a shrill young voice shouts.

The goblin sees the human’s face go even paler.

He looks in the direction of the voice, and someone comes down the stairs—a young man. He wears boots made of lambskin, a gentleman’s hat, and a small tuxedo. He’s also very handsome, and his golden hair glows softly under the oil lamp.

The boy takes a rope from someone behind him, laughing in a sharp and arrogant voice. “A third-generation pureblood? A filthy half-breed dares call herself my sister?”

He pulls the rope, and something rolls down the stairs.

The goblin found that the “thing” seemed to be a person. The person was very small, but he was neither a goblin nor a dwarf. He looked more like a human. He had disheveled hair and wore only a torn skirt whose original color could not be seen – it was a girl. 

She’s so thin that the skirt covering her looks like a giant bag. The rope is tied around her neck. The boy walks down from above, dragging the rope. The girl can only crawl on the ground.

The goblin notices that her hands and feet are bent to the sides at an unnatural angle. The girl is like a dog with broken limbs. To avoid being dragged, she crawls on the ground using her joints.

The boy leads the girl to the pale human, swinging the rope and asking, “They said there are new arrivals today?”

This same human, who spoke so coldly to the goblin and the little master earlier, bows his head in fear before the boy and whispers, “Yes, young master, it’s him.”

The human points to the goblin in the cage.

The boy leads the girl to the cage. A wave of dread washes over the goblin, and he falls back onto the floor.

He sees the boy sniff the air toward him, as if smelling something.

“Why does he stink so badly?” the boy pinches his nose.

The human immediately says, “He’s a runaway slave, and we haven’t had time to deal with him yet.”

The boy pouts. “I don’t like goblins. Let them catch some elves and humans next time.”

The human quickly replies, “I’ll tell them. Doesn’t the young master like elf blood the most? I’ve prepared it for the young master, the young lady…”

He looks at the girl lying on the ground. The boy kicks him in the stomach. Though young, the boy is so strong that he sends the human flying more than ten meters.

“What kind of lady is she? A bastard.” The boy looks down at the girl and sneers. “She’s a shame to the family. Not even as good as my dogs.”

The human struggles to get up. His whole body trembles, but he still walks toward the boy and says carefully, “The Duchess said the nearby town has been investigating the missing people recently, and asked you not to go out hunting by yourself…”

The boy kicks the girl irritably. “I know. Mother’s said it—you don’t need to repeat it.”

The human breathes a sigh of relief.

“By the way, I heard Mother brought back a few people?” The boy narrows his eyes. “Is she going to make a few brothers for me?”

The human doesn’t dare speak.

This boy was a born monster. Though human, he’s more brutal than any vampire.

After his transformation, he adapted to his new identity frighteningly fast. His jealousy was terrifying in its intensity.

He couldn’t tolerate his “mother”—the one who turned him—having a half-blood child.

But he can’t touch silver, and he can’t kill his “sister.” He tried using other races to kill her, but those people are still afraid the “young lady” is the Duchess’s biological daughter and don’t dare do it.

At first, he didn’t show his cruelty and was willing to pretend to be a good brother in front of the “young lady”.

Until he realizes that his mother cares about him more than the “young lady,” and then the shackles on him come off.

He can’t kill her, but he can make sure she never appears in front of people, and no one ever knows he has a bastard sister.

This sister becomes his toy, his dog, and his test subject for all cruel torture instruments.

Her limbs are broken by him. Although they don’t die, if no one helps her reconnect them, she will never be able to stand up or walk again.

Eternal life. An immortal body. For her, it is a curse.

The human, handing the boy a wine bottle filled with blood, glances at the girl on the ground.

Even he, cold and detached as he is, shows a trace of pity in his eyes.

As the duke’s only daughter—born naturally—she should be more noble, more blessed than any royal princess.

But she’s a half-breed.

So she is born unfortunate.