I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Park Byeong-bin.

The first time I met him was, as always, after witnessing the foolish death of a hero I was serving.

The idiot hero, who let his guard down thinking it was just a petty bandit subjugation and died in a trap, and his followers, who were still arrogantly acting up after the death of the hero, their source of confidence, ended up getting their throats slit…

Only I managed to beg for my life and survive, but that was merely prolonging my breath for a moment as I was destined to be sold into slavery in a secret place afterwards.

However, giving up because of a miserable situation would also lose any chance of seizing hope.

Relying solely on that thought to endure, he appeared like a hero, defeating those who had captured me and extended a hand of salvation.

“I heard it was an organization donating slaves to the rebel forces of the empire, but you seem to have been quite harshly tortured.”

“…Who are you?”

“Hmm, do you not remember me? It seems we had met once before at the guild.”