The Record of the Magician from Another World

"Despicable handymen, when you are old and useless like me, you can only wait to die in a place like this. How ironic that you become slaves and bones from here." This is what I heard on the first day I became a slave, and what I heard all my life. I lost my mother, watched my sister fall from my side, and was carrying the lives of my family on my back, but now even my freedom has been taken away. "All I can tell you is, hiccup, shut your mouth and work more, it will help." The old man smelled of alcohol, which was a bit pungent. I was the only one who could think rationally, and the others were crying. "Oh, I haven't had a kid like you for a long time." The old man pinched his face and looked left and right. "Those rich women like you the most, fair and tender little boys like you. Someone will take you away and be obedient, and maybe you can redeem yourself." The old man laughed loudly, drank a few more gulps, and then waited for death in that corner. But I really understood the way to survive.