Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

I bought Halami's wrath, and I broke up with the Oscars, and now when I'm forced to change into Dassai gray work clothes, I go through several buildings to the workshop.

Forced labor, what the hell can you make me do? As far as I can imagine, I spin giant gears in a lot of people, and they carry giant chopping stones.

"You'll be in charge of the hyperdispenser line."

"Hyper-discharger......"

I don't know, but I feel like it's some kind of important system.

Could this have been assigned to the core of the Armor Knights production line? I thought so.

When the guard opened the door where the gong gong and some mechanical sound sounded, it was rather hot inside and a huge melting furnace could be seen in the center of the room.

There are many belt conveyors stretched out in the work room, metal just extracted from the furnace is molded and possibly Armor Knights parts and bump parts flow at great speeds.

I was taken by a guard to a place that looked like my own.

On top of the belt conveyor in front of me is a massive, red-hot screw, passing next.

"This is the hyperdispenser"

"... with screws?

"Hyper-discharger."

"With a screw?

"Shut up!"

The angry guard beat me up with a stick for nothing.

Damn, it's not central or anything. Isn't it just a screw factory?

It's ironic that a head screw would be made under a flying woman.

"Squad Leader! Do you have a squad leader?

As the guard roughed up his voice, a middle-aged man stood next to the belt conveyor rushed in.

"Yes! Himself"

Osama, who looks weak in his work hat, looks at the guard and lowers his head low with a peck.

Apparently, he's the leader of this workplace, and there was an odyssand who was a relative of a friend and a farmer, but the atmosphere is a little similar.

The squad leader saw a thinner head when he took the hat and a coin-sized burn around the back of his head.

The mouth with a pulled laugh has a nice tooth without some of the front teeth, and yellow or black tooth decay is noticeable.

You haven't been able to wash your body satisfactorily either, and as he approached, there was a sour smell of tung and nose.

Blah, blah, it's a pretty unclean Osama.

"You look as disgusting as ever"

"Hiccup... or give me a break. I'll start over."

"Assign this guy. Master Harami ordered you to use Bishibashikoki."

"Yes, sir"

When the guard turned me over to the squad leader, he left immediately.

Looking inside the workplace where the belt conveyor is constantly in motion, the misrilled armored guys with the batons are glowing for the few, and they have a thin grin when they hit him even as soon as they take suspicious action.

The squad leader immediately slapped his hand and gathered the other prisoners who were working.

"Everybody, gather around! We got a rookie in here!

About ten men and women who came together all had tired eyes and I felt like I said I didn't have the energy to be interested in anything new.

"Hey, where's Christopher?

"Come on, 'cause I was messing with the Exam plugin back there earlier. Didn't you hear that?

"Fuck you, you guzzy bastard"

The squad leader, angry with his shoulders, ran off towards the melting furnace.

After a while, the squad leader was forced to bring home a beautiful boy with blonde hair.

I'm literally forcing myself to grab my ear and drag it, and isn't that too much? I can't help but think.

"Yes, it hurts! Squad leader, it hurts!

"You shouldn't because the omen is a guzzle! Get the fuck over here!

"You can walk yourself! Please, let go of me!

"Ugh! You're making a mistake, you're only talking to one person!

The boy who was forced to be brought in had a little tear-eyed.

Other than that, I was a little uncomfortable with this young man.

The work clothes are clearly worn out compared to the others, the face is coal, and the skin color is red by the way.

My skin is probably burned because I'm being made to work right near the melting furnace.

"Because omes are so guzzling. Say hello!

"Yes. I'm Christopher, K."

"I tend to have a voice!

"K, it's Christopher!

Sounds like you're being shown some kind of gymnastics frustration.

When everyone, including me, finished introducing themselves, they went back to their places of business before the guards got mad at them.

My aunt, who has a veteran style that feels like I've been part time for thirty years, took me to the shitty job of playing the occasionally misguided red screw inside a silver screw.

It looks easy at first glance but the belt conveyor moves fast, is that it? Did it cost you the red now? It's already flowing when I thought it was, surprisingly, difficult.

My aunt missed me a few times at first, but I got used to that as I was hours away, too.

"Hey, everyone had permission to eat! Be at noon!

He's finally done his morning job.

I'm horrified that I need to use this work focus all the time and that time doesn't go as far as I think it is the spirit and the time room.

I was about to make a sound in just a few hours.

"Look, it's lunch box."

"Thank you"

I got a paper bag from the squad leader. When I opened it, I got half black bread and a quarter of apples.

That was all.

Well, I expected it, but it sounds awful.

I'll grab hold of the black bread, but it's hard enough to make me want to say it's a stone. It would be a little easier to eat if it was soup at least.

Suddenly the squad leader's anger sounded as he was homesick in just two days wanting Chloe's dinner.

Looks like he's mad at Christopher, who's resting.

"Ome, you're not done with your own norm, but what are you resting on!

"Um, but if you're waiting for Norma, the day's over..."

"Don't answer me! Get back to work now! This is what I'm gonna do!

When the squad leader took Christopher's meal away, he ate it all.

That's awesome for that old man's crevice teeth...

Not if you're impressed with that place.

Christopher, who lost his lunch, dropped his shoulder and sadly went back to work.

"That's pathetic, he..."

When I squeal like that, the veteran part-style aunt who looked at me this morning talks to me.

"Mr. Cliff, you were formerly the head of an awesome Knights unit called Wall Knights."

"What, is he Wall Knights?

"Yes, I was told from that beautiful face to Prince that I am outrageously hated by Count Debble's daughter who manages this place. That's why I think I've been ordered not to be harsh on the squad leader. I hear the squad leader was thrown a cigarette from him before he was locked up here at the squad leader, and he has a grudge. You don't look like the kind of kid who would do that, but you're pathetic."

"... won't someone help you?

"Any kid who tries to help will be moved by the squad leader. Especially if the feeder turns you around."

"Breeder?

"It's about a dragon monster with two heads. When they turn you around to feed you, it's like a death sentence, so shut the fuck up."

Before I got here, I remembered the twin-headed dragon on the corner of the city.

It's definitely a horrible monster that was eating and killing a man's prisoner in an instant.

"That's him... You were eating every feed..."

"Nobody who went to feed is coming home. Most people who are lazy or disobedient are fed rather than..."

It would certainly be difficult to raise your voice in such a situation.

That Christopher guy, he must be watching Sacrament Hell.

Well, but he's handsome, okay? The culmination of the food chain should also be experienced occasionally at the bottom.

"But, hey, yeah, do it and it looks tough, but when it's squad night, it's sweet. 'Cause I'm always sleeping with Cliff while Nico"

"Are you with me?

"Yeah, that's right. You haven't been to your own cell yet?

"Yes, you haven't"

Am I going to sleep in the same hut as Oscar? But Halami was a cancun, and I don't think she'd let him sleep in the same place.

"There are a lot of pairs of baristas, but the floor is stone, and only one futon is thin. So if you don't want to sleep with someone in the same room, you'll freeze."

"So the squad leader and his Mr. Cliff are in the same room?

"Yes, it is."

"............... Um, I ask you something, isn't there a story about a guy who likes a squad leader?

"I don't like ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho, the squad leader is even normal. I'm sorry to say this, but a squad leader is like a goblin, right? That's why they didn't have any luck with the beauty, and they're so sketchy that when they have a little cutie, they chase her right with their eyes."

"Really..."

At the end of the day break, work was continued across a qualitative dinner at night.

Even then, the squad leader had taken away Christopher's meal because of him.

"Ah, I'm tired... hell..."

The time is after 11: 00 p.m. working sixteen hours in time. It's a black company that keeps doing this without a break.

About five hours of sleep comes in from here, then again the job of making screws and... I'm going crazy.

I did a job fueling the melting furnace in the second half, but that is hell more than a screw. Turn on the magic stone of fire at a distance where you become flesh, and increase the firepower with a lid.

Looks like Christopher's been getting that done for a long time, but I do think if he got that done, he'd be like a full-body burn.

I remove dirt with well water and cool off my heat free skin. By the time that was over, the date had changed.

It's trivial, but it was a hell of a luxury to have a hot spring in us.

No, I don't know where I'm supposed to sleep today. Thinking so, a guard comes and takes me to a dirty holding cell where there are ordinary prisoners.

I figured I was this way, and I followed him, and I walked by the cabin with the squad leader and Christopher along the way.

It just seemed chillary, but surely the squad leader holds Christopher's shoulder with Nico's face.

He looks friendly, but he just looked like some kind of skebeoyaj face and the squad leader was disgusting.

"Get in."

When I was kicked into a cell, I was alone in a small room apparently with no one but me.

The guard man left early when the cell was shut after a ragged noise.

"This is where I live..."

A small window with a rusty iron lattice, a thin futon and straw laid to an extent of sorrow.

Nothing else.

The stone floor is cold enough to make me want to flaunt my face when I put my ass down.

I twirled into the futon thinking it was totally below the doghouse.

I wondered what I was going to do with this toilet, and something like a yellow barrel caught my eye.

"Oh, this straw isn't a rug... Jail is the best."

I slapped my tongue and fell asleep.

- Back then, in Christopher and the squad leader's cell.

"Hehe, you want rice... then listen to Ode properly"

…………

"Hehe, I didn't know I could reunite with you for making such a big burn on Ode's head... and I didn't know that was a woman"

"I'm not the one who threw the cigar."

"Say it yet! I know Ome was waving over the walls!

"That's Debble..."

"Ugh... Anyway, masculine magic solve."

"It's not magic"

"I don't care about that. I don't know why Ome looks like a man, but it's your lucky twinkle who happens to be seen naked when Ode is a woman in the well yard. Master Harami will be angry with Kankan if he finds out she's a woman. That guy is so jealous. Especially when it comes to that glasses guy. I've been hiding this from you. It's a rip-off. Shut up about it and thank Ode."

That being said, the squad leader unmasculinizes and touches Christopher's body, which is rounded and peculiar to women.

"I thought I lost everything when I became a refugee, but I don't know in my life that such a big, fat woman would be Ode's."

"You were there, weren't you? Why are you doing this?"

"I can't tell if it's a cow or a pig like that. I abandoned the woman the most when they attacked me in church. But the church guys, Ode's daughter-in-law, she was so busy, she didn't have to get her hands on it. Funny story, isn't it?

It's not funny at all.

"Ah?"

The squad leader put on an unimaginably large chest in Christopher's manly state.

"Knock..."

"Come on, open your crotch to Ode. Both Ode and Ome are over when they get caught here anyway. Then you have to have fun. It's a loss."

As the snotty squad leader's hand tried to stretch from his soft chest to his crotch, Christopher stared at the squad leader with a slight slain.

The gaze was powerful enough to allow even the big man to shrink.

"Come on, what's with those eyes? Even though Ode is pitying her, she's angry with you."

The upside-down squad leader shook up his fist and kept punching her in the face over and over again as he horsebacked Christopher.

"And Ode's daughter-in-law, when she disobeyed, always hit her like this, just, then, in time, she stopped saying anything."

"You scumbag who can only get his hands on something weaker than himself"

"Ode's, answer Ode, talk to him."

Eventually the squad leader, who breathed on his shoulder, finally finished beating him, Christopher was loose and motionless.

But I didn't try to open my body.

"A woman with a hard shell. Well, no. There is as much time as there is. As Ode's daughter-in-law, I'll twist it all together, so look forward to it."