Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 133: Savior

His grin faltered.

"Wait a second," the man squinted, taking a step closer. His thick fingers twitched at his side. "You a Tamer?"

Lucas tensed, but forced himself to remain composed. He glanced down at the small blue slime, which had conveniently decided to wriggle excitedly at the mention of its kind. Damn it.

Thinking fast, Lucas let out an unimpressed scoff. "Tamer? Please. You think I’d waste my time training that?" He nudged the slime with the toe of his boot.

"Lucas! That’s rude!" the slime whined.

The fat man’s eyes flicked between Lucas and the creature, suspicion lingering for a moment before he burst into laughter. "Hah! Yeah, I suppose that would be a pretty worthless one to train. Still, ain’t often you see slavers carting around monsters, even weak ones."

Lucas shrugged. "Some buyers like to see what their merchandise looks like next to a potential pet. Makes ’em think about getting a matched set."

The fat man grinned at that, clearly entertained by the idea. "Now that is some proper business thinking!" He slapped his belly with a laugh, then waved them forward. "Go on, bring ’em in. I’ll take a look before sending you to the boss."

Lucas nodded and led the group forward, stepping into the massive tent with carefully measured steps. But the moment they crossed the threshold, Sylmira’s sharp voice rang out—

"ATTACK ..!"

Lucas barely had time to register the word before chaos erupted around him.

What?! His eyes widened as the elves around him suddenly sprang into action. Sylmira lunged toward one of the guards standing near the entrance, a dagger flashing in her hand. Before the man could even draw his weapon, she had already slit his throat.

A second elf fired an arrow straight into the chest of another slaver, sending him crumpling backward into a pile of crates.

Lucas turned to Sylmira in shock. "I thought we were sneaking in!"

She grinned, completely unfazed by the bloodshed. "Relax, this place is barely guarded. Most of them are off dealing with shipments in another district. This’ll be over quick."

Lucas wanted to protest, but as he looked around, it was already too late. The elves moved with brutal efficiency, cutting down the few slavers who remained.

He exhaled. Well, so much for a quiet entrance...

The slime on his shoulder wobbled. "Lucas! The elves are scary!"

Lucas sighed, watching as yet another slaver gurgled out his last breath. "Yeah, buddy. I know."

Screams filled the air.

The elves moved swiftly, cutting down the slavers with ruthless precision. Sylmira drove her dagger into a man’s throat, her emerald eyes cold as she twisted the blade before letting him collapse in a pool of his own blood. Arrows whistled through the air, finding their marks in fleeing slavers who barely had time to register what was happening before their lives were snuffed out.

Lucas exhaled, gripping the slime in his hands as he scanned the scene. It wasn’t a battle—it was a massacre.

The elves showed no mercy.

Cages rattled as doors were flung open. Elven captives, malnourished and chained, stumbled forward, their expressions shifting from fear to relief as they realized what was happening.

"We’re free?" one of them whispered.

"You’re safe now," Sylmira assured them, cutting the binds off a young female elf. Her voice softened as she inspected the prisoners. "Thank the spirits... they haven’t been sent to the noble districts yet."

Lucas frowned. Noble districts?

Sylmira noticed his look and scoffed. "If they’d been transported there already, we wouldn’t be rescuing elves—we’d be collecting their corpses." Her grip on the dagger tightened. "They would’ve been playthings by now."

Lucas didn’t press further. He didn’t need details to understand what she meant.

The elves helped their own, guiding their weakened brethren out of the cages. Some had fresh wounds, evidence of earlier beatings, while others looked more mentally broken than physically harmed. Even so, there was still hope in their eyes—hope that hadn’t been extinguished yet.

But something nagged at Lucas as he looked around.

The cages didn’t just hold elves.

In the dim torchlight, his gaze landed on the other prisoners—monsters.

Humanoids of various species were crammed into the filthy, rusted cages. Some had animalistic features, their fur matted with dirt and blood. Others had reptilian scales, their glowing eyes watching the carnage unfold with silent wariness.

Then there were the orcs.

Massive, green-skinned warriors shackled in enchanted chains, their muscular bodies covered in scars. Unlike the elves, no one rushed to free them.

Lucas took a step closer, his eyes scanning the rows of trapped beings. His stomach churned.

The elves only freed their own.

A low, guttural voice called out from one of the cages.

"Sir... Please, take care of my child!"

Lucas turned his head sharply. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

An orc, larger than the others, pressed himself against the bars of his cage. His dark eyes burned with desperation as he reached out, his massive fingers trembling.

Lucas’s gaze flicked downward.

In the corner of the cage, curled up and shivering, was a small orc child. Barely old enough to stand, the youngling clutched a ragged cloth, his large, golden eyes filled with fear.

Lucas hesitated. He glanced at the elves, but none of them so much as looked in the orcs’ direction.

They didn’t care.

To them, this wasn’t a rescue mission—it was an elven liberation.

Lucas clenched his fists. What the hell am I supposed to do?

Sylmira wiped her dagger clean against the tunic of a fallen slaver before turning toward the freed elves. "We need to move. Now." Her voice was sharp, commanding. "More patrols could be on their way. We can’t waste time."

Lucas hesitated, his gaze flicking toward the cages still filled with non-elven prisoners. The orc who had pleaded with him earlier still gripped the bars, his dark eyes desperate.

Lucas clenched his jaw and turned to Sylmira. "What about them?" He gestured toward the remaining prisoners—the beastmen, the reptilian humanoids, the orcs. "Why aren’t we freeing them too?"

Sylmira barely spared them a glance before scoffing. "They are not our problem."

Lucas felt a flicker of irritation. "Seriously?" He gestured at the young orc still cowering in the corner of the cage. "That kid isn’t your problem?"

Sylmira’s expression darkened, and she stepped closer, lowering her voice. "We came here to save our people, Lucas. We don’t have time to play heroes for every half-breed, beast, or warmonger locked in these pens."

Lucas stared at her, realization dawning. She doesn’t care. Not just that—she didn’t want to care.

"Let’s go," she ordered the elves.

Lucas remained still, his thoughts racing. The way she dismissed the other prisoners so easily—the sheer apathy in her voice—it was obvious.

The elves were just as racist as the slavers.

They only valued their own kind.

His stomach twisted. He had been working with these people for days, fighting alongside them, risking his life for their cause... and this was what they stood for?

The orc in the cage seemed to sense Lucas’s hesitation and spoke again, his voice rough but steady. "Sir... please... he’s just a child..."

Lucas’s fingers twitched. His instinct screamed at him to act—to do something.

But if he freed them, he would be going against Sylmira and the elves. Would they turn on him? Would they see him as an enemy?

He exhaled slowly, his mind racing.

Damn it. What do I do?

Before Lucas could make a decision, his slime suddenly wobbled violently in his hands.

"Lucas! Lucas! Something feels funny!"

Then, without warning, the small creature leaped into the air—and began to glow.

A brilliant blue light erupted from its tiny form, illuminating the entire tent like a miniature sun. The radiance pulsed outward in waves, sweeping through the cages, past the stunned elves, and over the remaining prisoners.

A sudden shattering sound echoed through the air.

The collars and enchanted chains around the non-elven prisoners snapped apart, crumbling into dust. A strange hum vibrated through the air as the bindings lost their magic.

For a moment, silence.

Then, chaos.

The beastmen, the reptilian humanoids, and the orcs—freed from their restraints—roared in unison. Energy surged through their bodies as their suppressed strength returned all at once. Some flexed their limbs, feeling their regained power, while others simply collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed by the sudden freedom.

Lucas took a cautious step back, shocked beyond words.

His slime had just undone the slavers’ magic.

Sylmira, standing beside him, stiffened. Her grip on her dagger tightened as she watched in horror. "What... did you just do?"

Lucas barely heard her. His attention was locked on the freed prisoners.

The massive orc from before—the one who had pleaded for his child—rose to his full height, towering over everyone. He stepped forward, his heavy footfalls shaking the ground. His golden eyes gleamed with something deep, something reverent.

Then, to Lucas’s absolute shock, the orc fell to one knee.

"Savior..." the orc rumbled, his deep voice filled with awe. "You have freed us... You have given us back our strength..."

More movement.

One by one, the freed beastmen and humanoids knelt before Lucas. Some lowered their heads in deep respect, while others simply looked at him with a newfound sense of devotion.

"Savior..." they whispered. "Guide us..."

Lucas’s breath caught in his throat. His mind struggled to process what was happening.

They think I did this?

He glanced at his slime, which wobbled happily, completely unaware of the divine-level miracle it had just performed.

Sylmira was still frozen beside him. Her emerald eyes darted between Lucas and the kneeling figures, her expression shifting between disbelief and unease.

Lucas swallowed hard. He had just accidentally created a freaking army.

And judging by the look in the elves’ eyes...