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"As long as I am not extremely unlucky? Why does it sound like someone has just raised a death flag?"

Eren didn't know what to say. Ever since he had entered this world, his luck had repeatedly failed him.

"A death flag? I read about it in a comic. Isn't that what you earthlings call a meme?" Yevni revealed a slight surprise, finding a familiar term that she had read about.

The stories about the First Primordial had sparked a flame of curiosity in her, making her intrigued about Earth.

On her instructions, the Nightwing Clan became a regular at auctions, eagerly outbidding others to acquire things related to earth. The items often came in forms of books and comics, sometimes clothes.

Once, she had even heard about a slab of glass that could light up and show various information. Unfortunately, her family had failed to purchase the item, as it was taken by one of the Primordial Clans.

As time passed, her intrigue had turned into a hobby. She truly didn't expect to meet another person who came from earth, especially since the portal to earth was claimed to have been sealed.

"At this point, my life might become a meme." Eren shook his head, not understanding why the girl appeared so happy to understand a single reference.

She was like a child who had gotten the correct answer that only she knew about. Eren even wondered if she was expecting him to compliment her or something.

Eren wore the bracelet of slavery on his left arm, having confirmed that it was safe. Even the problem of the bracelet being unremovable could be solved by simply destroying it after leaving this world. So he didn't worry about it much.

With the bracelet, he didn't have to worry about being caught due to his essence of life. Even if someone recognized him as an outsider, he could prove that he was already caught and sold to someone.

With that, the immediate problem was solved. He approached the entrance of the towering Hellhound City.

The Hellhound City had four entrances, one being in each direction. Each of these four entrances were completely empty with not even a guard being in sight anywhere.

"This feels...too easy," Eren muttered. The Nightwing Clan had been guarded by so many people, but this city was the complete opposite.

What was the point of having such high walls when there was no one to protect them? His instincts were telling him that something was wrong.

He had expected tight security, maybe even some sort of magical scan at the gates of a city this important. But nothing?

Yevni tilted her head, looking confused. "Easy? What do you mean? It's always like this."

"Always like this?" Eren echoed, his suspicion growing. "You mean, there's no one guarding the entrance to the city? No checks, no nothing?"

"Nope!" she answered. "Even my father avoids messing with the Hellhounds. Let alone the Nightwing Clan, even the clans of the core hell don't like dealing with them, so they don't really need guards. Besides... they have other ways of knowing who enters and leaves."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Did you think I was joking when I said that Hellhound City might be more dangerous than going through the Nightwing Clan Territory? Just let me do all the talking and we should be fine."

"Fine. You are the guide after all." Eren wasn't intending to do any talking in the first place.

He was supposed to be a slave in this world, where everyone looked down on slaves. If he did the talking, he could only imagine the reaction of the others.

He had read enough novels to understand how easy it was to come across some hidden young master and offend them. It was much better for Yevni to do the heavy lifting in this city that she knew better than him.

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He stepped closer to the entrance, a faint humming sound reached his ears. The moment he passed through the entrance with Yevni, the world seemed to distort.

He felt a strange pulling sensation, like he was being drawn into another world. He absolutely hated the feeling. He tried to pull back, but it was too late.

The world dissolved into a dizzying chaotic space, and then everything went black.

When Eren regained his senses, he found himself standing in a bustling marketplace, surrounded by various unfamiliar sounds and smells.

Tall, imposing figures with canine features and fiery red eyes strode through the crowds. The architecture was a mix of intimidating gothic structures and sleek, modern buildings, creating quite a contrast.

He had entered Hellhound City. But something felt different. He turned to look for Yevni, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Yevni?" he called out, his voice barely audible above the noises of the marketplace.

He looked all around, but he couldn't see that girl anywhere. He was alone, in a city full of powerful beings, with no idea where he was or how to find her.

"Did she... betray me?" he wondered, his expressions turning darker. "Did she run away to find the lord of this city to tell him about me?"

Eren's fist clenched rightly. He thought that she might actually be helping him after coming to terms with it. But it looked like she still craved for that freedom, even if it meant harming her clan.

Eren was lost in deep thoughts when a low growl rumbled behind him. He turned slowly to find himself face to face with a towering Hellhound warrior, its red eyes burning with suspicion.

"You," the Hellhound growled, its voice deep and menacing. "You are blocking my path!"

Eren quickly stepped aside, clearing the path for the young hellhound who could have easily walked around him if he wanted.

Just as he expected, the Hellhound was already offended. He didn't walk past him. Instead, he glared at him with disgust.

"A disgusting outsider who doesn't know manners? It seems that I should teach you a little in your master's stead."

Eren couldn't even react when the Hellhound attacked.