Chapter – 01
Can I Just Redraw One?
The continent of IlĂșvatar.
The Misty Forest.
Inside the dungeon, it was brightly lit.
108 chieftains sat in orderly rows, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their top bossâGarron the “Giant of Strength,” one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Lord’s Army.
The tables were laden with fine wines, melons, fruits, and roasted meats.
The chieftains drank wine from large bowls and tore into meat with their bare hands, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
“Brother Jie, Garron-sama hasn’t taken his seat yet, and we’re already eating and drinking. Isn’t that a bit improper?”
“Improper? What’s improper about it? Our demon banquets don’t have all those stuffy rules you humans have.”
Pfft! Crude demons!… Lin En wore a smile on his face, but inside he was cursing up a storm.
The one who answered him was the goblin sitting next to him, named “Alger.”
Calling a goblin his “brother” was something Lin En did out of pure necessity.
It wasn’t that he was being overly cautious and didn’t dare to eat or drink freelyâafter all, when you’re in a demon’s den, you have to keep your head down.
Speaking of which, what rotten luck!
Other people ended up transmigrating because they hugged a “hundred-ton truck” and met their unfortunate endâbut Lin En… had just dozed off in math class!
When he woke with a start, he found himself in this strange world called “IlĂșvatar.”
He hadn’t encountered a female knight wearing a chainmail bikini, nor had he met a gentle, foolish cat-eared girl. He hadn’t even managed to set foot in a village or town before he was captured by this band of demon soldiers.
The worst part of transmigrating was not having a golden finger!
Lin En had only awakened the language pack for this worldânothing else.
Thus, the goblin squad led by Alger was about to carve out Lin En’s heart and liver to make hangover soup.
As for why Lin En was now a guest at the table rather than meat in the potâit wasn’t because he was completely useless.
Just yesterday, Alger was sharpening his blade, and Lin En was about to be slaughtered.
At the brink of life and death, when he saw several goblin warriors carrying bows and arrows on their backs, Lin En had a flash of inspiration:
He told Alger he could make bows and arrows!
Before transmigrating, Lin En was a fan of cold weapons, especially archery, and had even studied and crafted them himself.
Lin En never imagined that this hobby would become his lifeline after transmigration.
Alger immediately released Lin En, provided him with materials, and told him to demonstrate.
Anyone with a bit of common sense knows that making a high-quality bow can’t be done overnight.
Lin En could only explain the theory of bow-making. Several goblin craftsmen nodded in approval, calling him an expert.
Thus, not only did Lin En survive, but he also went from being a prisoner to the 108th chieftain of this dungeon, responsible for bow manufacturing and improvement.
What’s most important in the 21st century? Talent! See, even demons understand this principle!
Whether it was his position or his status, Lin En had no say in any of itâhow could he dare refuse?
Facing the goblin chieftain Alger who had brought him into the fold, Lin En could only hold his nose and call him “Brother Jie.”
Playing along with the demons was a survival tactic. Lin En planned to wait for an opportunity to escape.
This had to be done with extreme cautionâno rushing.
Not to mention that this dungeon was like a labyrinth with countless monsters inside, but even the Misty Forest outside was no easy place to traverse.
Lin En was all alone in this demon’s lair. Heaven have mercy on him.
“You think that in this dungeon, you’re the only human, all alone and lonely?” Alger downed half a glass of wine in one gulp.
The goblin’s green face was slightly flushed.
Lin En knew Alger was a capable goblinâotherwise, he wouldn’t rank 5th among the chieftains.
He chose his words with extra care:
“To be honest with you, Brother Jie, I am a bit lonely. After all, I’m new here and haven’t gotten used to life in this dungeon yet.”
“Haha, a human as honest as you is a rare sight.”
“You flatter me, brother.”
“Still, there’s no need to feel down.” Alger poured himself another glass of wine. “The highlight of today’s banquet is the ‘lottery for wives,’ and you’re included. You won’t be lonely for long.”
This was the one thing Lin En wanted to complain about the most today.
What the hell kind of “lottery for wives” was this?
According to Alger, this time Garron had led his army south, breaking through several border towns of the kingdom and plundering countless treasures.
They had also captured a large number of prisonersânot just humans, but demi-humans, beastmen, and various other races.
Then, from these prisoners, they selected 108 women and distributed them to the chieftains through a lottery draw.
Lin En had not only transmigrated for no apparent reason, not only become a prisoner for no apparent reason, not only become a chieftain for no apparent reasonâbut now he was about to gain a wife for no apparent reason!
Of course, he despised such despicable demon practices, but could he really refuse a wife handed to him on a silver platter?
Everything was fateânot a single thing was up to him.
Lin En could only hope he’d draw a cat-eared girl…
As a deafening cheer erupted from the entrance, Garron the “Giant of Strength,” one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Lord’s Army, arrived at his loyal banquet hall.
Lin En looked toward him and was utterly stunned!
Garron, of the Abyssal Titan race, stood over five meters tall and walked like a moving mountain.
His skin, tempered by hellfire, was a dark crimson all over.
His head resembled a massive piece of flint, with no distinct facial features.
On his back hung a weapon named “Skullcrusher”âa gigantic spiked club.
This club was forged from mithril, its head covered in spikes and dark red bloodstains.
As soon as he entered, he unslung the club and tossed it to two of his personal guards.
The guards stumbled under the weight, nearly falling over.
After steadying themselves, they carried the club one in front and one behind, standing beside the throne.
Garron walked up to the central throne, and the once-raucous banquet hall fell into dead silence.
“Hahahaâ” Garron’s voice boomed like thunder. “I don’t want to spoil everyone’s fun. Let the music play on! Let the dancing continue!”
After another wave of commotion, finally, the main eventâthe “lottery for wives”âarrived.
On the table before the throne lay 108 wooden lots.
Each lot was marked with a number.
The 108 chieftains in the hall took turns coming to the throne to draw lots. Whichever number they drew, Garron’s guards would call out from outside for a female prisoner corresponding to that number.
After receiving their wife, the chieftain would bow in thanks to Garron and then return to their seat with their wifeâwho might be crying, terrified, or hysterical.
The drawing order wasn’t based on seating arrangement, so Lin Enâthe newly promoted 108th chieftainâwas called up right after Alger drew his.
“You were recommended by Alger. Your name is…” Garron couldn’t quite remember Lin En’s name for a moment.
This was the first time he had ever taken on a human subordinate.
But what could he do? Alger said this man was a genius skilled in the art of bow-making.
Garron had always been known for recruiting talent, so he set aside his prejudice against humans and let the man stay.
If this man had no real skills, one slap would be enough to kill him.
“Garron-sama, this subordinate’s name is Lin En. I will give my all to produce high-quality bows for you, my lord!” Lin En then stood at attention and shouted, “Loy-al-ty!”
Garron nodded in satisfaction, unaware that Lin En was already soaked in cold sweat.
Suppressing his fear, Lin En randomly grabbed a wooden lot.
Number 13.
Soon, the female prisoner corresponding to number 13 was escorted in from outside.
Lin En didn’t draw a cat-eared girlâinstead, he drew a female knight.
She was a silver-haired maiden wearing light armor.
Unlike the other female prisoners who were crying, terrified, or hysterical, she stepped forward and grabbed Lin En’s hand:
“Sir, are you my future husband?”
Lin En was bewildered. Garron on the throne chuckled and explained:
“This church female knight has had all her abilities sealed by my forbidden magic. She’s being this obedient just to surviveâsaves you the trouble of breaking her in.”
However.
That wasn’t what Lin En saw at all!
Suddenly, he could read this girl’s information!
The girl’s information displayed:
Name: Rena Leonard Sislaite
Age: 18
Faith: Goddess IlĂșvatar, Seraphim
Traits: Flame Saintess, Righteous to a Fault, Oscar-Worthy Actress
Stats: [Physique Lv.27], [Strength Lv.25], [Agility Lv.28], [Magic Power Lv.30]
Skills: [Eternal Punishment Sacred Flame Lv.29], [Penitent Blade Lv.30], [Divine Healing Lv.35], [Holy Light Shield Lv.40]
Blessing: Seraphim’s Sigh (Tier 3)
Level: Lv.29
Evaluation: As a newly appointed Flame Saintess, Rena disguised herself as a female knight to be captured, planning to assassinate your bossâGarron the “Giant of Strength,” one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Lord’s Armyâand she’s also planning to cut down you, her cheap husband!
Lin En: “…”
“Garron-sama! Can I just redraw one?”
