Apocalypse respawn

The rest of the gang took out ropes and tied them from behind. As one member tied the ropes to another, the captured man struggled.

"You, there!" said Rargnes, hitting the man in the face, causing him to fall to the ground, gasping for breath. "We can kill you whenever we want! You're just cattle! Calm down, and you'll have your life saved! You're no use to us dead! You'll maybe even see your sweet ones!"

They pushed them forward, as Rargnes remembered from his first life. 

They brought them to a remote base, where a generated portal lay. Two middle-aged men with daggers and crossbows guarded the position. Each of them wore magnificent armor that gleamed in their eyes.

"Halt! What are you doing?"

"I've got goods," said Sengrar, indicating the bound individuals. The two guards inspected them, seeming wary of Rargnes and the others, then glanced back at RedStar and Sengrar—two who seemed to belong to their world. In any case, they weren't paid enough to ask questions. "Okay, it's fine."

Sengrar led the group while Rargnes was at the end of the line, watching over the slaves.

They entered a cave with rooms carved out of stone.

Rargnes could hear cries. He looked left and right and saw closed rooms with large wooden doors and a lock on the outside. The brightness was low.

He noticed similarities in his previous life. It was the exact location, with waiting rooms for the portal to open every three days. There were no longer those restrictions.

They entered the main room, guarded by about ten guards who glanced at their merchandise. They looked at each of the slaves—not the hunters, as that was taboo—then nodded and let them pass through the portal, giving them a piece of wood with letters carved into it.

"Show this on your return."

They passed through the portal, and the cave's dark, heavy, liquid atmosphere transformed into a bright, warm atmosphere.

The tavern was crowded with the good smells of food, alcohol - which Rargnes refrained from drinking - and discussions in laughter. When they saw them return so quickly with prisoners, an air of respect settled in.

"Move!" said Rargnes, pushing a bound person. "Go! move!"

The person got up after falling and obeyed.

Rargnes and the others went to a counter and had them evaluated. A goblin - whom Rargnes recognized as the one who had treated him kindly in his previous life.

"Another one?" the goblin sighed. "the token."

Sengrar handed it to him. He read it and then nodded. He meticulously checked each of the slaves while other goblins cared for them.

Their ropes were replaced by stronger handcuffs. The tutorial was over - they were considered much more dangerous now.

"Here: 100 silver crowns per person."

"It was on the 1000s on the announcement."

"The large number of slaves lately has lowered the price... the announcement was made a few days ago."

"And? That's irrelevant." He wanted to shake him. "we risked our lives for this!"

"I know, I know! We need some money to sell them at auction. We don't know the profits, and we'll give you the profits based on the sale."

Sengrar approached. "Do you think we'll buy that?"

"And what will you do? Is it not noticeable? Your origin? How many of you have the right to be here, huh? Be glad we're paying you."

"We don't have to sell them to you."

"Oh, yes, you have to. I'm the noble's small administrator; I know all of your obligations."

"That seems like a dangerous deal you're making."

The goblin waved his hands, and two heavily armed men arrived. Their sheer presence and energy instilled fear in Rargnes.

"These men have probably been warriors in the last wastelands." the goblins said.

"Please move along," the guards said.

"Damn it!" They turned back, casting dark looks. The inn where they resided took most of their expenses, and so did the debt. "They are too much! Those fuckers! Being in the last wastelands or whatever!"

'Wait...' Rargnes thought on his bed. 'He said they were probably warriors in the vast wastelands. He didn't know?'

"RedStar?"

"Yeah?"

"What about the last wastelands?"

"What do you mean?"

"What was the last wastelands like?"

"As I've told you, they were reserved by the king... the king wants to have the strongest people and thus leaves no memories of such worlds..."

"Wait... you mean we will forget all?" asked Sengrar. "As long as the king decides such a thing?"

"Well... the king can't make such decisions; it's the prime minister, and he doesn't want the noble to be too powerful. When a noble changes, he is often weaker than his predecessor. So it always happens, it doesn't mean you'll forget all, just that..."

"Just that?"

"Just that you'll lose all feelings and memories of that country, of that world."

"Can't we stop that?" asked Sengrar

"Even the noble can't, but if it's someone, it should be a noble who meets the prime minister."

"So you just kept that news to yourself, huh?"

"It's sometimes better not to know..."

"What's fucking better!" yelled Sengrar. "Our country and world could just disappear, and you say that?!"

"Calm down, Sengrar."

"No, no, I won't calm down! That's a goblin thing for you! We can't trust you even with your curse!"

It was probably because of their curse that they had that attitude not to tell others.

'Don't forget,' a voice sounds in Rargnes' mind.